Evenevening - Мои Ракеты Вверх

jewel’s at the sea floor

with timming hands of waterplants

and memories

that quickly grasp

ain’t no fret

arrest

i gasp out with no sound

blisters in eye-lash and sunbeams

pressure under foam does not belong to foe.

bomb killed a bomb in an air while they flew from the trapdoors

to coast by alie.

hatchet on a hat got a slash

but no one noticed slicky whoop that glanced on a jet

and made among those in kiffens a tremblence in their bones

enenevening

crimson light on even horizon line

unbossomed sky to pennetrate,

so crincly face ignores light and changes to subaqueous.

It’s getting older