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Poems and performance - Valery Vladі World Karpilenko

On my wall jump
Hares.
No,
No solar -
Ordinary,
With multicolored ears
And red gloves
On paws.
Breaking of plaster
Stonetalon
Fingers
Breathing comfort
Ad nauseam
Gossamer smell.
Fall, somersault
On the floor
Through its
Creaky
Wooden mood
And his shaggy
Head.
Peekaboo
Between hair
In the morning combed
Carpet.
Under my
Cold
The lack
Earth's surface
Feet.
Laugh so
What's on their
Carrot laughter
Wake up the neighbors,
Accusing me
The shortage
Common sense.
Although they themselves
Accused by someone
The shortage
Joy
Salted
Gray's life
And abundance
Nadpotolkovogo
Stomp.
Rabbits jump
I'm on my knees,
Climbing
Before that, on
An iron pillar,
Chetyrenogogo
Monster.
Apparently, they have
Yet there
What a goal
And deep philosophical
Motivation
Why and by whom
This world was created
And for some reason, the need to
Them
On my lap
Climbing.
Do not look at me ...
Enough!
So sad to watch
And tries to put pressure on
Pity.
We are, perhaps, for a long time
Already
It's time to leave
With you,
Eyed candlestick.
You even with his
Congenital vigilance
If you can not research
Confirm
The presence of birds.
They scratch me
Hands trying
Make them a little
Warmer.
When hurt,
It ceases to be cold,
And it is still
Not the lack of feelings.
Curtains torn,
But this is nothing -
Could be
Pity curtains?
But tomorrow
I wake up
At dawn
From the sun
And donning
Headdress
I go for the winter
Street
Saying goodbye
C at night,
Which in my house
Do not come back.
And for that, too
Thank you
Motley
Hares.
Reader, calm down.
This is just my poetry.
It is not necessary to search for meaning.
It makes no sense.
This time
You can just relax,
But be sure to
Admit
At least one
Hare in red
Gloved
In its
Black and white
Life.