Александр Свириденко

If I Took Your Hand...

But Sometimes I Am

Can I Hold You For A Minute?

You Liked Me Five Minutes Ago

Certainly those older and released...

Particular, local and plastic wrapped

Are You Both Still Unreleased?

...Please, I Am Released

By Whom and Why Am I Previously Unreleased

Happy Ending Borrowing Yours

A Man Who Might Have Been Screaming

And The Stories Will Flood Your Satisfaction With Terror

He Wants To Sleep In A Dream He Keeps In His Head

I Am Sucking For A Bruise

Standing on a Rabbit Without Noticing

Would I Whip Without Noticing

Your Silhouette on Each Without Noticing

At Least on Your Door Without Noticing

Tonight. More. Much More. Without Noticing

Molting Slowly Without Noticing

I Mostly Stare Without Noticing

She Owned His Voice

She Sleeps, She Sleeps

She Bid A Meaningless Farewell

She Penetrates The Distant Silence, Slowly

The Hands

When Her Lips Collapsed

Touches Me with the Tips of Wonder

Washing Your Heart in Filth

Up. And Down.