Volodymyr Bilyk - 4

1
Kind odds astirred
Backwards, -
To annoint the mess.

Gad around the muck,
It's about matter.

2
Beat leers the draff 
on hem into the tripe.

The welts on brinks 
are here for flashes 
right turn.

Swill and slop will wave the awry bunt.

3
Knock-prowl 
over the bust-barrow...

Pimple flumps the pith
Away with 
tap'n'clatter 
thunderhum

It longs to last

4
This sore 
mars wipes with mocks.

Huff tiffs the wax.
If only mare had fallen deep 
enough to surge the ripples in 
embraces