Georgi Todorov Poems

Lonely heart, Mom said,
Godless hole in your chest, unbelieving,
feeble-minded moronic pinhead.
You're so far from being
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Hеllo, white horse named Choice,
Don't search for an enemy in me. Inversely -
I've come to present my entire life to you, boy!
So easily I will not let you go.
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In a perpetual loop of defeats
we stay stuck, never counting
the number of our retreats.
Only the winds on our bare decks howl -
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Babe, sometimes I dream myself as a revolver head.
On my shoulders, instead of eyes and ears and hair, a gun cylinder. Instead of a nose - a barrel. Each cartridge nest, a room through which you can see a different world.

Room One is the Time Hall. Looking through it, everything, including me and you, looks so microscopic. So far away, so far ago. Infinite.
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A poor little girl with no number to call,
you cry helpless, who will find your friend?
Don't worry darling, your suffering will end.
Love comes your way bringing
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I have a friend and he is a dog.
He lives locked in an iron door cell
I feed him with
my own flesh
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