"Arthropod Meanders" triptych

The work serves as an illustration for the author's poem

Cockheads

To members of all kinds of parties, unions, societies, academies and other associations, not dedicated, but addressed to

You swallowed mate and slaps,
Along the front they went their way.
Where are you crawling off to, you dick-bellies?
What are you cocksuckers in jail for?!

The planet is a pathogenic zone,
I put rhinestones in place of diamonds.
What's on your mind, mental members?
What are you dickheads looking at?!

Don't curse your sad fate,
Don't fill your souls with rumors -
Who are you cocksuckers after?
What are you listening to, dickheads?!

Inhale and exhale, mannerly nervous,
Earth, Galaxy and you, Universe!
Why are you falling in love, you cock-hearted cocksuckers?
Where do you put it, dickheads?!

I drink the seconds in a gulp, the day in a spray of foam!
I look at you, your eyes are jaundiced.
Can't live without you dickheads!
And it's time for the coffin, dickheads.

It looks rough, feels rough to the touch,
Sad, tired dicks are sad
I'm smiling at you cocksuckers,
Praying for all of you dickheads.

september 15, 2015