Sergei Mutsenko

"a man with a loop on his neck was standing lonely in front of my     window the crowd receded leaving the garbage the dried up angels of the dogs’ skeletons the car’s curtains drew open revealed ..."

"Whenever I sawYour soulIn the white snowLegsSpread for loveThe beggarly angelOf the fir treePicks by handfulsOur shadowsNo my GodKind of scaredThe sun is rising with the dullnessOf  Medusa’sChopped of..."

"the lift got awayagainthe clock set to the End of the Worldis tuning carelesslyApocalypsenot worse than the last hit of Metallicadescend My Godschism of the Late Autumnlet us haveat least foreversince..."

"…And here is the real El GrecoIn the eclipseOf the crowded hallThe figures resurrectingIn the madnessIts flamesThe colours throbbingWith bloodIn the cracks of the templeIn the heavensAmong angels dece..."

"everybody went awaynobody stayedto kiss the handthrust ina  handful of Earthinto the eyeswas left under the skywhich wasn’t left so muchanymorecrossed my handsran out    a cat was    eating up a dov..."

"I Having the Hamlet’s skull Placed on your shoulders Don’t pretend To renounce whatever There will be a time To collect stones But not To make love Nor in a stupefied dream ‘Cause the Skull Can see II..."

"two figures on the chess board: a bird-eyed rainbow and a halcyon smile of wine let's play a mocking grimace of a square makes it black and white a whispering mask emerges – a dancer out of 1 and 1000..."

"everybody went away nobody stayed to kiss the hand thrust in a  handful of Earth into the eyes was left under the sky which wasn’t left so much anymore crossed my hands ran out     a cat was     ..."

"looking from the fractured icon faces fractured in the cracks     some all important telephone calls     steaming tyres     snails some places     in which a hostess     gets caught up     in t..."

"slowly the way a cigarette is burning she is drawing closer to me a bottle in the background with a hardened swallow instead of a blooming rose she is looking with enmity screws up her eyes or it seem..."

"a man squatting on the bench reading a newspaper two white spots the photographs she with the knight in his armor in bed and she in the coffin a beggar is scraping Sahara with a self-immersed shell o..."

"Whenever I saw your soul in the white snow: legs spread for love The beggarly angel of the fir tree picks by handfuls our shadows no my God kind of scared The sun is rising with the dullness of  Me..."

"So in the melted gaze The naked forest Is engraved The road hacked With an axe In the snow Dazzling-white From rare crows The ashy hearth Of the Sky The day is dragging With its Creviced hoof Over..."

"Is kneeling Begging for pity The black dog The empty street Is crossing the consciousness The lights tingling The windows open Through the window The rose skin of snake Is flowing Memories Are not e..."

"wires     constructions               spirals somebody leaked out of triangle became the embodiment of     jealousy impersonation of at any cost investment     My God someone       is selling..."

"The screams of birds Breaching through The formal marble of the frame The weak will of the Thing The Thing Opened up With the dungeon The smell of pine wax Balancing time Further on The childish ni..."

"The outlines are bleeding Climbing up the trapeze A lady-acrobat was falling Right into the middle Of the crowned screams And disappear Just think There are no bounds No circular train-lines Of the..."

"Ecce Homo Sits in front of the window Easily submerged In the crumb of old age A cliff shadow tenses Wants to become a bearing fruit He lets it go Clatter of hooves Some nuns from a nearby convent F..."

"To recall The ornateness of the  guitar The hand Reaches out for a knife And gets bogged down In the Earth A woman Flows out her shapes In the sand glass The line: Time, deaf, like a belfry… Reflect..."

"On the mould of faces It erects its revelations - The Distance A Treasury with canvases: The fallen angels’ distortions In the breach of a gun-port A monk’s body Is flowing by Face down The sun wit..."

"Then she approached With her slightly swollen belly The vulgar prayer: “What are your eyes for, My Lord, If you can’t see?” Swished Past the rifles Drowned in blood The Bat, Splayed the psalm On th..."

"Your eyelashes Grew grey In the marble cradle. A predator opened the door With a grin of Faust After the murder. In the hall Filled with Saliva of images In the fish’s belly Your eyes   ..."

"are the mushrooms ready yet? sat down ate saw a snake stealing an egg in its silver teeth made up their minds made love slept over the wine woke up silence swishing in the dried sheets ..."

"Gold sand Is flying Into the light A lamp is burnt By wings Of mind flyers The sound of wine Catches fire in veins Sparkles with body crystals And while the lid of silence Is ajar Fugitives of pass..."