Ambiguity

Ambiguity is what we are so afraid of.
What we tirelessly reproduce.
These are not cookies, they are an expression of love and care.
This is not a flag, this is not a flutter of eyelashes, this is not a pose,
This is an allegory, this is not an allegory, these are not tears, these are not feelings,
These are not your clothes.
It's not what you think.
I didn't mean it at all, well, you understand,
Which I didn't mean.
"For the love of art." Yes. Approximately, roughly.

He looked like that. Yes, this auto mechanic.
What is he?
What did you imagine?
And this is coquetry.
Why are you laughing?
Is this ambiguity?
No, are you afraid that there are more meanings than two?
This sounds ambiguous.
The ambiguity of unambiguity is always indecent.
Yeah.
How not to say too much.
What already?

Yes, I'm not Freud.
Now I'll finally tell you
the mystical story about Freud's jaw.
But prepare to lose
their usual life postulates.
I'm sorry, I'm too lazy to tell you again.
And this is also ambiguous.
Without a doubt.
Erotic cosplay is as calculated as a shooter.
Women, why did you imagine
my auto mechanic
He brought the keys and didn't mean anything by it.
Schoolchildren will teach you about life on Facebook.
Your publicity is ambiguous in itself.


Keep in mind that even if you want to, you won’t be able to stay clear.
Poets try so hard to be ambiguous
And pack into words a hint of a non-existent passion,
But not everyone has enough imagination.
This is ambiguity in packaging with a third meaning.

I'm not a poet, I'm a gonzo journalist.
I'm telling you, this mechanic looked strange.
There is only one meaning.
Objectification I don’t know what it is
For objectification a subject is required.
My beliefs don't allow me to be that important.
I am not a subject, this is also ambiguous.
You can't imagine, the square is in progression - so much so.

Oh yes, the topic is ambiguity.
And it is not only in words.
She is in the look, in the gesture, in everything.
And it’s usually not the first one they read,
and second.

What is the point of what I said?
Of course - double.
No, I didn't invite you to the dance.
At first glance, this is pure posturing,
But I don’t write myself, but only at the order of the spirit.

And who knows what the spirit had in mind,
And what did I want to say with this?
and to whom.
You, perhaps.
And what exactly, you know better.
I am only his typist-secretary.
And it's very
Ambiguous.
Oh God.