gnostical turpitude

Кай Врагнародов
Stop, my friend, a-wanking,
Raise your lightless eyes
Like a crazy monkey
To the starless skies.

Can you feel this longing?
Do you feel the same?
Or you think I’m going
Just a bit insane,

Cursing the existing’s
Such an earthly bound –
Eating-kissing-pissings?
All my poems sound

Like a barking dog –
Such a fucking feature
Of idiotic god’s
Idiotic creature