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wet palms
in which rain water draws
Caution!
our street is painted in the night
therein
I toss knives shyness

latecomer sunset
 metallic leaves stuffed balloon
It falls to off city
and even worse a second broken mirrors
pull night - rubber
  
for sleepy passengers -
not the best time.
I go on one
in a stinking night
Plastic tone
my face frightens all
even people.
I burned out.

night, sorting, jacket.
reporting from under the blanket
how much is enough

Comrade Molokoedov grins
He winks from the corner light a
snob, softly:
Literature vyebet you and Skurov friend
he smiles counts jitters

all lumpy rolls into a new hurrying autumn
and somewhere in the darkness I lit another cigarette
forgetting that he left

I seem to remember that under her skirt

and, behold, here I am.

I try to imagine that she had a heart
if bad weather for each of the walls

What would you like more -
dawn or self-shooting
sounds suddenly converging palms?
here are a few good
have to live backhand
the walls of the last days of summer
mirages froze in confusion

I thought I loved you, and we are certainly not there and not with those
but if I ever say these words kill me

forced his way through strained monotone
We have become common, synthetics tedious guitars
passengers without a soul,

avtopotoke in rush hour burst like balls
washed ashore like whales

so dark and the sound suddenly converging palms?
Untermensch flock failures
It should do no less than God
no worse than Joseph Beuys
in the dark
distinguish between hot and cold water from the sound
falling into the sink myriad drops
write: should!
see deeper than the scum
all sharply irrevocably
squeaking of sneakers in the basketball hall
as
Surveillance cameras in your heart

I try it, but do not find a place
too many extra people
It bored me to be sober
Good is too primitive
and simple, it is beneath your dignity
self-esteem and career

I do not want to think about what's next
I do not want to make calls twice a day
just because I can

the earth trembles
imagine that love is all that's left
the door, sneaking across the tile missing -
tangible net
Heated perspiration, inside
outstretched legs during sleep.
Surveillance cameras in your heart
I exist without measures
hovered over the city
bags instead of birds
and rustle ridiculous wings
Slitting heavenly pit. I hung
I us. you. we.
I us. you. we.

Where are we?