13 Poems by Mykyta Ryzhykh

Suck my death

an unborn kitten is knocking at the church of a torn belly

the future flows like sperm from the wall of the gateway

my dead lover gets stuck in my throat where his cock used to hide during 

   blowjob

I dream of having my throat fucked by a nuclear bomb

I dream in my dreams that instead of a strap-on a hydrogen bomb will stick out 

   of my ass

I know that god will not pour anything into my balls during a handjob

mosquitoes and military pilots meanwhile fly towards the scent of blood

not a single military man gave me flowers

only somewhere in the dark a muscular sergeant said: hey fag suck my dick 

   like before death

what if the ammunition depot where I'm already being fucked by a group 

   of soldiers will explode from the fact that I'm so hot and sexy

suddenly I will destroy the army and piss all the military factories 

   with my blood

suddenly I really will be fucked in a minute by the last soldier in the history 

   of mankind

in the meantime they fuck me in all the cracks and call me a fag

I wonder if the soldiers have wives

I wonder how many lovers smeared the mouths of soldiers' wives with sperm

I wonder how many soldiers kissed their wives on the lips after that

I wonder how many nuclear bombs are produced in secrecy

I would like to grow longer hair and dye it blonde

the truth is hidden in the details of my anus

god fuck us all with your voice

we are tired of the silence of the red buttons

after which a nuclear explosion will follow

after fucking a new nuclear bomb will be born in me [?]

Brown town

In the heart of earthy hues,

Brown town,

A needle threads life's tapestry,

Brown town,

A need, a yearning palpable.

People encircle, form clay figures,

Silent echoes of existence,

Seated, molded by time's unseen hands.

Within, dwell stories untold,

Brown town,

Clay figures poised in quiet contemplation,

Sculpted reflections of shared moments.

Basement

Human is the basement of the toilet room

Tenement maze of history and stories

No animal in the world has ever died for its cage before

No animal has invented aerial bombs

my lover asked

my lover asked me when i first saw porn

it would be better if he asked something simpler, like how many times 

   we quarrel with my husband

(sometimes it seems to me that love is too abstract a word for our painfully 

   non-abstract world)

my lover finally pissed me off when he started talking about the non-binary 

   nature of human nature

- I call you bitch to suck and not destroy our homosexual intimacy 

   with the philosophy, fag, - I said to my lover while he turned into a statue

my lover is a beautiful antique statue but alas the statues don't have blood

my professional skills as a bloodsucker are now in question

my lover its: not reacted to my bites and slaps for a day

it seems to me that he sailed away into the cast-iron tunnel of the night

it seems to me that my lover dreams of flowers in ball gowns 

   and without graves

death knocked on the back of the room and asked: whose house is this?

and this ruined house is now a ruin

the anti-missile installation of the heart has failed

the night in the eyes of my dead dead man will no longer dissolve

even explosions won't wake my lover

red sky like a bud revealed death

god's assistant pressed the wrong button again

аll in vain

We

Free

Freends

Friends

French fries

With self burger

We distance

We running

Running away from each other

vegetable garden

my body is a vegetable garden in which nothing grows

we're all hungry without the smell of fresh meat and cum

generals fuck tomorrow's dead for free saving on prostitutes

sun umbrellas and winter sleighs are in vain

warning

a storm warning

the butterflies in my stomach

announced the summer plan to intercept

continuous distance

hair fell on hair

the sky turns red as if it knows

everything in advance

my hair fell for

the first time on your comb

which you will never use again

sho(r)t (hi)story

I want the last nuclear bomb to explode inside my ass

the sun warms the cold body of my lover shot by dawn

the trenches are screaming but no historian

will tell about our buried feelings in the future

the stones are screaming but only the wind drowning in the river

will tell about our buried lovers

No title

the station of tears breaks out and thirst falls from the inside of the heart

let's go to my house, drink my blood, burst my capillaries, tear my ass, 

   tear out my tonsils

meanwhile god's deputy keeps pushing the wrong buttons

onlyfa

the steak burned inside my stomach

the gun kills me but nothing will come out of my vagina

we drink only sperm

my eggs and balls strive for your grape nipple

still life of the world during the continuous noise of a siren

we drink only tears

one cocku

you drink the silence of my moan

and I feel uneasy about spring

which hasn’t come either

part-time

part-time job

being naked in the pristine ruins of houses

*** by Mykyta Ryzhykh

***

My dog suddenly turned blue

My friend the groomer only sparingly said that he sympathized with my grief

No doctor or zoologist could help either

The psychological support service also did not help me

The dog looked at me sadly and pressed against my leg

It's been a day since my dog died

Exactly a day has passed since I imagine that my dog did not die, but only turned blue

Exactly a day passed like a day, I throw out the dog food from the bowl and pour a new one

My dog suddenly turned blue

***

My green throat has turned into a garden

I have to be silent a lot

I have to drink a lot so that the trees grow

I have to breathe quietly so as not to frighten the birds

I don't want to scare those who are happy

***

damp forest

how does the butterfly come out

heat from the clip

***

Shh shh she she she along with your hoarse cough

Leaves fall to the ground and you don't understand

Will tomorrow knock on your door again morning…

***

Red Sky. The birds went south. People flew into the abyss.

***

the cat walks along the cemetery of smiles

the mimicry of memory plays the piano of silence

four-legged foyer of the human soul in search of the owner of the hotel of

death

what will a cat find in a place where there is nothing

the grave exists for the sake of absence

memory exists in the form of an absence

flowers of dead views grow near the monuments

the trees sway their leaves and drop their leaves down to die

crunch of foliage-bones under the cat’s paw

cat childishly playing with a leaf

adult cat plays with someone’s soul

the wrong side of the universe in the cemetery

the cat freezes and calms down

the cat falls asleep among the graves

a leaf that has fallen from a tree whispers a request for help to the wind

[***] by Mykyta Ryzhykh

***

A dash of language

The rabbit given to Alice on her 18th birthday

Gnaws the church candle

***

the heaven of the taste of hate steorite

¤

dead sun wrinkle colors

^

the hunger of nailed hands

●

candied birds overhead trees

○

toy soldiers in front of the black abyss

~

hatred will rise into the air and 

burst so that everything around turns red

□

for all these years of life

сhildren and adults died 

with special cruelty 

inside us

***

breathe out and don't breathe in

I love you so much that the flower withers in the sun

 

let my head be cut off by the train at full speed

and the wind will bring my breath to you

 

now breathe

calmly measured

 

who made you up?

who made you?

 

what is the Lord silent about with the rustle of leaves?

the crunch of leaves and bones under our feet?

 

our footprints with you in the sand

high tide

 

***
Less than humans
A man without a spine
Performs bending

Outside
Clean
Nameless
Like snow on the edge of sleep
Who will touch her curve
Who will de-energize her vagina
Who will touch her soul

Do it in the dark
Do it against the darkness
Do it against the darkness
Squeeze all the light from the heart

Clenched fingers gnaw warmly
Eyes shine, silence swallows semen
Moans of pleasure chase the siren


***
to stand in eternal glory
flip through the prism of time
to gnaw its granite with its own life
expect a grant from heaven
hope to become angels after death
hope to become clean and naked again


***
Art is a crime, says death, with eye sockets wrapped around the fluttering eyelashes of crumpled corpse grass. Art is theft. The tub of night, wrapped in a kiss of indescribable sadness, without words or dreams, cracked and the closed eyes of people ready for the cemetery poured out of it.
Everything was already in the world, so everything new is stolen. All silence. Everything is a mouse. The gnawed border of feelings from which there is nowhere to escape. The ghetto of people painted with the red paint of spilled blood. Take us death to a magical paradise by the nooks and crannies and at least to hell anywhere, somewhere where weapons have not been invented.


***
He said let's do it in missionary position
Then it became quiet
A black hair fell on the snow-white sheet


***
Marauders of the sex shop when the owners left
The child got lost in the shopping center
A newly born orphan begs for alms

[***] by Mykyta Ryzhykh

***
buy me a fairy tale as a gift
buy me love as a gift
buy me a future as a gift

buy me a future as a gift
 
Im completely out of money
Im completely without

***

sakura gave me silence
the flowers of the soul open
and the sky is bright

***

A refugee runs in

Without an image in a shirt

The last day in this life and that turned

Оut to be an escape

***

beautiful spring

alarm sirens singing

instead of birds

***

explosions instead of music

death instead of sleep

butterflies everywhere butterflies

***

A huge bird with black glasses would have arrived

And taught us all to fly

We've never been here anyway

***

It's scary not to           jump down from the bridge

It's scary that              no one will stop you

Ukraine by Mykyta Ryzhykh

***
As a child
I did not understand the meaning of the words emancipation devaluation 

     evacuation but now
I am an adult and
I want to cry at the sight of children who have known the meaning of these 

     words since childhood

***
exhausted by memory
stained by memories
the birds will not return after wintering

***
scream so loud that the forest hears
be silent as caustically as only air can
touch the vast flesh of the water with your hand
miserly e-clouds float inside a template email

***
today is the best day to translate a poem into the language of trees
or learn the facial expressions of stones
people gather around a tall pillar to learn the language of death
today the witch will be burned on this pillar

***
the universe is snow-winter
one day we will fall into the grave
slowly like snowflakes

***
I want to congratulate you on your return
For the twentieth year in a row
I meet the first snow as a friend

***
a man sits under a bush
a man without a home sits under a bush
this mans house is a bush
temple of the forest

***
Вead of dead
Farewell took place
The rain gave water to drink
Further there will be stone calm
What makes me obedient
Leash and leather mask
Sweet bone from a dream
Clear water of submission
We all want love
I want to be a puppy and love

***
cartoons about painted animals resemble an empty shop window
zoos with real animals resemble a showcase with minced meat
and intestines and the bloody stench of a corpse
a world of strange balance

***
every night dictators take golden guns out of the safe and suck
guns reciprocate

***
There's a void inside of us that can't be filled with porn movies
There is an emptiness inside of us that needs to be filled
A jug from the human body broken into fragments of time
The clay from which we were created softened
The earthenware jug of man is silent
Everything has already been said

***
We soared into the sky in the form of steam
Will we be able to return to earth?

The white cat of my younger sister is afraid and hides under a canopy
Every time it rains from the sky

***
Scourge on the muscles
Prick in the eye
Dead bird
Burnt drawing
Decaffeinated coffee
Life without electricity
You are my love you are my mortal war

***
Boy without a soul
Boy without a body
skinless boy
The snake boy who shed his skin
Now lives far beyond the forests that have grown after the tearful rain 

     of parting

***
Hate Portfolio
The ship of misfortune
slime minutes
Integration of meanings
Cultural Approbation
Damn historical process
Every time I die inside me when little kids play toy soldiers

***
god's assistant
with nobility in hand
makes rapists and maniacs
attractive

***
She will come to me tomorrow
She will be called love
Love of a living being to a living being
 
She will prick with bristles
She will breastfeed
Love does not know what we call it love
 
She will look for her name everywhere
She will be the life of all
Love will undermine all the stars in the sky
 
She doesn't know what the future is
She doesn't want the future to come
Oh love we'll all suffocate without you in the electric sky of wires        

***
The clear lake cried bird tears
Waterfalls poured down from the sky
A flower grew without a genus without a tribe

The hours have passed
The seconds flew by incredibly fast.
The sky burned or the sunset burned

There was a woman in the mirror of the water
And to the right of the woman was a lake
To her left waterfalls roared

Geometric figures of silence crawled out over the woman's head
The dead ascended to heaven and touched the stars with their heads

***
air swallows me and I get inside the pump
it's dark but dry
my soul's cheeseburger is stripped of any sauce
I want to drink
 
this pump pumps air after a nuclear explosion

***
the white bird turns into snow
and jumps from a height
onto the black earth


***
this morning my heart became a bird
~
unfortunately this bird turned out to be dead and ate my soul
¶
the cemetery guard refused to let me in
∞
then the cannon fired into the sky and wept bullets
α
it so happened that life is now worse than death
-
my heart skillfully love in vain

 

 

Mykyta Ryzhykh