Oh, whipped cream
I have all in the sky.
Recently Russians are spoiling clouds more and more
by planes
and surely now that’s chemistry same
See how soiled
are these clouds.
But when you take by your hand a box of ice cream
it’s so cold – and what then?
emulsifiers, diphosphate, stabilizers, E-330 ...
Did you know that in Russia the most ice cream are eaten in winter?
And what? - Do you ever tried to eat dirty sky by spoons?

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nevertheless it has never been so that anyone was allowed to pray for rain
The whole village gathered and the council of elders
and only when they get consensus
they went to the shaman and asked for a rain dance for their village.
Because it must be always a reason and deliberation
even calling the rain need a caution
to know when the nature is wrong or ailing
and when we want too much.
But there are no villages and councils of elders any more
and our shamans are dancing in the golden rain
They play on our bones
and so we dance
for their playing.
The waves swell.
Young trough.
Underwater rotting roots.

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- Daddy, and if there is sand above? Or just a sky and clouds?
I would like a little ground, red geraniums in a pot and evening stocks and marigold
like my late grandmother had.
If there is a little bit of earth, even just ordinary sand, grandmother certainly been dropped there for me evening stocks and marigold.
But he didn’t know, why should he lie to her
Apparently it’s not allowed to lie to the dying person
or maybe it's rather of grieving ...
He didn’t also know why couldn’t he to tell her the truth,
that above in the clouds from the water of the river Prypeć, there is no god from a long time
because even if there was any, if it hadn’t poisoned him before by the cyclone and mustard
now by graphite and iodine
they will certainly tear him apart by A-bomb
Such a god is not worth to pray.
And not because of his mercy the rain falls on four-leaf clover,
which doesn’t mean happiness here
even for the two-headed colts feeding on them
and for children
with cleft palate and spina bifida as you.
- Daddy, and if it’s true that the angel's hair and their feathers are so silvery
from silver iodide?