Mykyta Ryzhykh
untitled poems
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
Geometric figures of silence crawled out over the woman's head
The dead ascended to heaven and touched the stars with their heads
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
I want to congratulate you on your return
For the twentieth year in a row
I meet the first snow as a friend
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
Before-rain before-fear more than the skill before the heart
Anabioses of lame handwriting in the notebook of phobias
Involuntarily the rituals of movements turn into a prayer book of memories
The constant of terrorist attacks of heart contractions
Who will not wake up in the morning next time?
To whom did you extend your logos last night?
Multibillion-dollar humanity
Eons of yawning
Indifferent postcards of tears during the military occupation
The clear lake cried bird tears
Waterfalls poured down from the sky
A flower grew without a genus without a tribe
Mykyta Ryzhykh has been nominated for Pushcart Prize and published many times in journals such as Dzvin, Dnipro, Polutona, dyst, Superpresent, Alternate Route, Better Than Starbucks, Book of Matches, Acorn haiku Journal, The Wise Owl, Fleas on the Dog, and many others.