Down The Road

 

 

Morning Sickness

 

                          It is mortal paleness of morning,

It’s conspicuous silence of dawn,

It’s a despicable horror,

The dose is doubled,

Melting consciousness quickly drowns,

Pleasant heaviness is around,

There is neither desire nor strength to do any harm to the world,

 

Family happiness rattles,

It’s hustle and bustle around a favorite cup of tea,

A slice of lemon is awful,

It shouldn’t be allowed,

Nevertheless almond biscuits are perfect,

All children love sweets,

There are many of them,

In the beginning love is always for free,

 

Their ancestor came from Madagascar,

Their grandgrandgrandgrandpa suffered a lot,

He travelled in steerage next to a Husky,

Among boxes and baskets,

He was banished from kitchens,

‘Don’t return if you don’t want to die,

A terrible death has been waiting for you’,

It was common revenge of a serial killer boot,

 

Travelling steerage he understood,

It’s important to dream big,

Make a right choice,

When life makes you an offer,

Looking for rotten potato peels,

He sneaked into a trunk,

Hand-embroidered monograms on frilly shirts,

 Jasmine perfume,

The brand new world was here,  

 

Roaches are noble creatures,

They are born wearing black raven tails,

‘Take your sits, kids’,

The philosophy teacher is hissing,

His moustache angrily wriggles,

Cockroach kids chuckle,

It’s funny to watch the cockroach professor climbing up on the book of crosswords.