04. BEST/POEM: Baobab

"Baobab"

Hey, babe! Get in the Baobab!
This deep hollow can keep your swollen soul too!
Hey babe, listen to the whisper of сlawed paws in a gap
There inside, we are such...we’ll be better too!

...

There the heat from words sticks together with aftersound,
Heat from the friction of dreams smolders with morphine
There, in the darkness of all that’s underground,
Between coals of birches all drunk with pain
Our evil is born of sin!

…

We are the termites…
We are the termites.
We are the termites!
Workers of Eden’s might!
We are the hunger within bisexual minds!
Tombstones are not what we deride…yet!
Bite! Bite! The life, all naked and fat!
Gnaw branches in the sky! Deceitful, insane!
The jaws are your waves, yes, jaws are your seine!
Burn your bark, scales and skin by black spit!
Why else are you born in this hellish pit?
Spores and buds will shoot out and pierce us!
All round the clock! Not need to discuss!
But if you’ll reach for warm roots and first letters…
Eat it and swallow! Stronger and better!
Our shrines are the ghosts that were stubs of matter!
But if you’ll stop in a fit of doubtfulness
Each coming brother will eat your sprouts, dust and shades!
Better eat the family tree down to filth and rot!
On the right side! On the left side!
Every place is fine for fault!
So eat! Eat graves and swim without guilt!
Down in the earth, in drowned waves of silt!
Eat your ancestors!
In cages of fiesta…
Sparks of their sons!
A new race comes!
Eat, Eat, and Get
Until you won’t fall, so bloated,
with your poisonous sweat ...
Until it no longer cramps jaws
Or tears your belly...But wait ...
Of what are we built?
By our consumption?
By sweating and bleating?
By oblivious function?!
We built statues of Pinocchio-birds
With hollow souls of slime, dried and blared
We build colossuses of questions from sawdust, so dead!
And we pray to a demented woodpecker
who strike souls in the back of the head!
...
We all are termites,
So mute and slight!
We're in terms of tight passes!
Our limbs are linked
By the hunger of the masses!
You hear a buzz somewhere in the distance?
Buzz of Flowering hives?
It's Plagiarism! It lies!
Your jaw puts that of the shark to shame!
Honey - the silly whim of foes!
Wax - a chain of illusions and words!
The ashes of history, the flesh of your homeland -
That is the best food
For sons
Of untrue latitude!
Together! One by one!
Let's throw out the memorized words from songs!
Let's replace the old, rusty mold
Of animal seeds sewn in the ground
With a new line of life sewed by quiet suffering
Of our phantom wounds...
So eat! Eat until your body won’t turn to a
Newly woken cell in the living giant!
In the living titan!
Then!
We'll be the whole baobab
That which is always chewing flesh!
We'll walk, step by step,
In the dale, desert and ash!
Then, only then, the Earth will be shacked!
Hives will fall to our feet, as the harvest trades!
We'll give birth to shades, hollow, faceless shades!
Who will fight with us on this field! Who is new?
That's right! Fear us!
We all termites ... for you!
...
Hey, babe! Get in the baobab!
Anyway, you're just a piece of dried branch on the wind
It persecutes you on the razor edge of horizons!
It will...
Strip you, linking the ends, all fallen!
What you will find in this freedom,
Glaring in the madness of snow pollen
And ash in the mouths of mist?
Hey, babe!
I warmed the nook for you...
at least...