A Sip Of Milk.

The head is cracking from a fissionable identity, the 
hypostases multiply like viruses 
After reinstalling the relevant programs. 
Outside the window, the stations are replaced, 
and countries are luring the prospects for new representations. 
Under the feet, weightlessness, mixed with the sound of wheels, is given by vibration in the spinal cord. 
Electronic stop sign broke. 
And you do not understand where to get off, 
At the next, or after one 
– you need a watch. 
The clock in your mobile phone 
is low. 
Some call to themselves – 
Others want to come. 
You are scattered pieces 
Here and there was a suitcase in this city,
and the one in hand, was given the time to vilify 
until the next morning or year? .. The 
refinement of fatigue madness is short. 
Regeneration of childhood has exceeded the physical age. 
I forgot to drink cow’s milk. 
Be kind, boiled. 

Not sweet life. 

Why is life not sweet? 
And a cream 
rosette cake. Sweeter, more polluted than the rough tongue of the lagging time? 
I’m looking for my maniac. 
He will find me someday, 
Coming out of a dark staircase. 
Abandoned dirty old house or new mansion. 
And the 
heart will hit me right in a frantic beating, A heart that is dead in expectation of painful death , A shard of a 
mirror looking at me.
And on my eyes, reflected in it, widened in horror. A 
jet of thick, hot venous blood splashes. 
And my fading blurred look 
will meet with the insolent gaze of this crazy brave man. 
I will say thank you to him. 
After all, it was accepted in some ancient religions 
The most expensive and powerful to kill, sacrificing them, 
For the life of others to become … 
Not so bitter. 

Wedding. 

Maybe I’m exaggerating, mistaken, wrong estimate of reality? 
What my hypostasis can be the most expensive to sell? 
Which one want to see me, buy, take, contain 
On a capitalist market economy? 
Small and stupid or dangerous cheeky little animals? 
Strong or weak, smart or stupid?
Probably crazy and deep, a little lonely. 
What are the wives on the human resources exchange today? 
Do you want candied ginger 
Or glazed cheese? 
In any case, not dried pears. 
You want me, yes? Lifetime 
contracts do not exist, 
First the trial period is three months. 

Then the master of ceremonies dancing the tap dance will shout 
“This is our fiance’s bride.” 
I can even love you, yes? 

*** 

I am tired, but I have not yet given up. 
I am in battle, but not yet advanced to the front line. 
I am in the ranks of the partisans, but not in the echelons of power. 
I am rather an anarchist than a system worm. 
I want to give life to a new person,
But I can’t recognize myself as a mother. 
Many people love me, 
But I already seem to be incapable of it. 
God, you fascinated me 
This dazzling in the silver rays dawn. 
What did you whisper in my ear, 
So that I could make this light my secret etiquette? 
Your advertising agency works best. 
Pasta is sold under a thick sauce from the pastry of sweet spiders. 
Otkovyrivaya sauce from the dough and spitting thin legs, 
I wonder mathematically painful subject: 
What the hell did I get this life?

Integrity. 

Lost in the myth itself. 
Perplexity in the criminal case me. 
Disabling the “start” button and sticking it to “off”.
As in childhood: at the start, attention, march !!! 
This rhythm is sporty. 
I feel the connection once again 
Between the black sky and the 
attractiveness of a puzzle of matches with a neighbor. 
Head 
-to- head jump down – dive … 
I’m excited, drowning. 
In one second, mother, father, little brother, 
They are, The 
umbilical cord at birth was torn. 
I open my mouth, 
To say something: 
… love you? 
But the worms from the sea sand were already packed into it. 
I feel the mollusks swimming in the auricle, 
Having mixed it with nacre, 
Corals envelop the neck, 
Pearls are put on the wrists with a thousand bracelets
My leg was numb and riveted with some kind of snag right to the bottom. 

My hair fluctuates smoothly, 
Fluttering to the beat of the surf 
Why do I see it all down? 
Where does this vigil over his decaying body come from? 
Water, water, water … 
A huge lip-fish swallowed me. 
But I continue to see her black stomach, 
And feel the nasty smell from the mouth. 

I hear the noise of the working organs of this whale. 
Despite the fish in my ears, 
Oh God, there is no death! 
Why do I observe the processes of decomposition of 
My drowned body? 
Fu, I blew it, I stopped being beautiful. 
This is suicide torture, tell me? 
This is the right to life 
You are forbidden,
Convincing that we owe 
Existence in any case to drag, 
This obligation strangles me. 
Immaterial thin consistency of gray matter 
Does not diffuse with the chemical formula of 
organic cellular being. 
Only at the time and after the occurrence of 
violent death to forty. 


Cool 

I met a girl, 
She looks like me. 
When I was 25. 
She runs around the ball, trampling his legs. 
She still lives with other mirrors. 
Cool 
In it I see pride, rebelliousness 
And the spirit is not yet broken. 
What she did not want. 
She’s so wonderful. Fresh 
Like a bunch of tulips
With pink stems poured in pink 
She, my other, 
No, not a friend 
I just sometimes watered her 
From the crystal watering can of my memories. 
Masha, grow big! 


A meeting. 

I caught a glimpse of 
Someone’s contour in a copper dish, 
Decorating the interior of some tasteless room. 
I did not specifically look around. 
But closely studied this reflection. 
In the matte brilliance of copper, I have unraveled the gold. 
This reflection belonged to another king. 
His life is in full 
view 
I took a wonderful object from the wall, 
And sketched apples on it. 
One red, the other white. 
And the energy of the night and day
Fruits in the movement turned. 
They spun furiously, Revealing to 
me the secrets of a strange soul. 
Lightning speed changed day and night. 
In a fascinating session, seven days passed unnoticed. 
I woke up, looked around – 
in an empty room … 
Togo, 
whose fate had just stood before me, 
already gone. 
On his hand sparkled silver ring with fionita
But the spell did not work. 
Silver was not platinum, and fionite was a diamond 
— I did not run after it.