melody folding chill;
grinning sky - flinches a freckled whale...
sparkle pounding purple:
suave circling grind,
snail pitch - overheating
roots a drowsy warp,,,
shadow feels elephant -
meaningless warble of groans.
winking from out the depths of space.
Veer with every breeze about,
hooting below in the ivy.
It's Supposed to Bubble
B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B B-cause.
overquiet giggling flare of tepid trepidation
tilts into slumberous C major tempest
haptic huh - chirr
Finger and thumb
palpitate with a new joy...
sigh to their memory.
ginger inverse awesomeness blow
forgotten moaning reemergence...
drowsy bellyache blinking
- mistaken flammable elsewhere;
levitating damnation kangaroo sparkle:
- hipbone discharge...
momentary reverse skyline melody
eerie ceaseless fluctuation aroma...
...perilous sponge shadow blushing;
morbid banana grin deliverance...
Volodymyr Bilyk is a poet from Ukraine who writes in English. So he's basically from another dimension or Parts Unknown. Long story short: he follows Ezra Pound's "Make It New" and considers Pink Dairies song "Do It" to be a quite adequate description of his artistic intentions.