Mykyta Ryzhykh
We fucked loudly all night while nuclear power plants mushroomed
We swallowed sperm so greedily
that it started to rain and the air bombs got wet
We kissed so passionately that flowers began to grow outside the cemetery
We jerked off for so long that during this time the neighbor’s children grew up
Basements are dark, so it’s easier
to have sex there
It’s too early for children to have sex, so they just sit silently in bomb shelters
The gun’s erection bursts out of screaming throats
Severed heads continue to give blowjobs
SPACE
Trigger of cardiac atavism
Something exploded in a bright jet and splashed the walls of the bomb shelter:
Gun or strap-on?
Blood or sperm?