tears dry on their own

Transient weight between cerebellums

 

Yesterday, rocking on the bus, I vomited the contents of my only meal

The engine failure in gray mass looks through the windshield

My position was too politically "incorrect"

 

The question is how the female seagull is said in English in just one word

Because a female seagull is not the same as a seagull, if we are guided by gender-sensitive language

 

She is sitting on the boards of an unknown pier

Dressed in black, as always, looking somewhere

Far outside towards me

 

When I wake up in the morning with a transient weight between cerebellums

In a figurative sense, it is difficult to explain the mechanical maneuvering in the bus

 

Steps with the dog on the podium

Elderly people with incises on their faces

I would stand by waiting for tears dry on their own

 

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11.54 h – 12.02 h

01/01/22

Saturday

(West London)

Christmas poem

PopWash

The headache passed on the horizon of the supervisor’s message

Concerns that I may not be on the same position

Breathing hard, the body stood up

Wears bicycle leggings

A huge curve of saliva accumulated on the tongue

Legs with feet in socks and toes went into the shoes

Water flows down my back

After talking in the office and washing in the small kitchen dishwashing room

A gift followed:

- We want you in the team in the new year as well.

He said.

After the shift was over, I rolled on wheels

Turning the pedals to West London

I had something beautiful to hope for.

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20.43 h - 20.54 h

24/12/21

Friday

(Christmas Eve)

Hazardous material

Virus type alpha, beta, gamma, delta, epsilon

perhaps theta vaccine doses first, second, third, tenth

locked, socially distanced

pushed into the dead man's sweat from the next room

people do not wash their hands after a small urination

have full trash cans:

forced masks in the service of toiling for misery

blackmailed for injecting pharmacoconcentrates in the service of profit –

trying not to scream

wake me when it’s over

it’s killing you for sure

wake me when it’s over

I have a spider in the corner of the window

he greets me

we look at each other

above worlds and buds

above the room leaves

"you have to wear a face covering

over the nose and mouth of all times,

unless you are exempt " –

those deep pockets

which put you like a screw in machinery

money production

they say healthy – you will die if you inhale the freshness of the air

unless you are exempt

they say oppress yourself – pay your own captivity for 14 days

unless you are exempt

they say punish yourself, exploit yourself

unless you are exempt –

trying to exist

it hasn’t killed you, yet

it’s eating you like cancer

it’s killing you for sure

On wheels the muscles twitch on the floor

an hour in the morning

joint pain:

but they cannot kill my spirit

but you cannot take my spirit –

watch the rain drop

entrapped inside a dream

wake me when it’s over.

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11.20 pm completed & 07.10 am edited

11/17/2021 & 11/18/2021

Wednesday - Thursday

(West London)

[Italic – The Cranberries “Wake Me When It’s Over”]