Online help

I am in trouble

but thank God

that I still

have Wi-Fi

Let's see

what Google says

what to do

in the case of flood

Please call

nine one one

It's too late

for online help

Dear monkey

the next time

before the surfing

turn off the tap

In the original

You look at me

in the original

made in one day

in my mother's

moment of madness

Maybe you want

longer my legs

shorter my nose

Maybe you like

the silicones

I like myself

multicolored as I am

By a silly dreamy poet

I am a brave poem

I died

Ten mails

I forgot to send

I died

With the black cat

I crossed the street

I died

The meal I ate

poisonous for the heart

I died

The storm from hell

attacked my town

I died

After the end of the world

in two thousand twelve

I still feel alive

I am the proof

undeniable and clear

of afterlife

The soul not sold

Look at me

So stupid

The soul not sold

Look at my shoes

The objects of pity

The cheap means of transport

Look at my status

The laughingstock

The party for ruthless

Look at my resume

The fine sand

in the broken bag

I have nothing

I have all

The soul not sold

No guests

Today my phone

is drunk

My locks

are jammed

My windows

are deaf

Today my day

needs no guests

Today I need

a silence

to hear the stories

of my heart

to wipe the tears

if it cries

The peaceful protest

We walk through

the eerie silence

and unsmiling streets

since the Depression

became a new sheriff

Let's become

the outlaws my love

Around my waist

put your arm

Let's dance till

the every citizen

join this peaceful protest

and till the Joy again

becomes our leader

Cold hearts

Compared to their hearts

the icebergs are warm

When I meet them

in the middle of the summer

I have to wear a coat

Don't cry in front of them

Don't shake hands with them

They want your tears eternal

and your hands immobile

It's hard to find a softener

for softening those hearts

as from the finished meal

is hard to extract salt

In a dream

In a dream

I had a headache

because you left me

The loneliness became

my only friend

In a dream

I was weak

and I surrendered

My only lover

became the grief

When I woke up

except the headache

nothing was real

I also want the keys

I also want the keys

after the wind freezes

the fingers and the nose

to open the home door

to sit by the stove

to make some tea

I also want the fridge

when I am hungry

to take some cheese

I also want a pot

to make some soup

when I am cold

I also want the eyes

to look at me with love

I also want a double bed

warm on the both sides