Wind

Артем Терещенко
i’m not the guru,
not the star,
i’m doll of voodoo
left in car

i’m wind in forest,
one-eyed owl
me said: «you’re honest.
fatum. LOL!»

has been asleep
for seven years
my princess, lips
are squeezed and tears

to shred in bed:
draw-well is deep
i’ve asked to help -
nobody did

and time is gone -
i;ve looked for sun
that went behind
my little son

i saw in window -
people died,
black crows on sill
just croak or cry?

who cares(for me)?
i think you know
you make me free -
i’m wind, i blow