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"STRADA" (CHEGO STOILI CHUZHIE IKRY?) STRANNAYA OBKOMOVKA...

ПОЭТ ЭМО

CHUZHESTRANKA?  POSLE VENICE BEACH NUDE RUNS, STRANNAYA OKOVA

MOZHNO RAZGADYVAT' PO RUKODELIYU...
KAK OBOYDUTSYA S TOBOJ BYVSHIE V METRO;
MELISSA SHTATSKAYA CHTOB POSCHAVELEVEY
(ESCHE LEVEY?) V OBKOME KTO-TO KTO OBYAZAN ZOLOTO --

A RIFMY ISCHUSCHIY STRELYAET OBRUCHOM...
ZOLOTOUSOGO I PREZHNEGO SEBYA...
MOGLO BYT', LUCHSHE KTO SCHITAT' OBOLTUSOM
"SEKUNDOMERA" SLUSHATELYA DLYA

(V GOSTINOJ KOMNATE U NAS STOYAL KRAEUGOL'NYJ GARNITUR, ZAPRESCHAYUSCHIJ MC2, NAZYVAYUSCHIJSYA "YALTINSKAYA KONFERENTSIA")

SEBYA OBOLGANNOSTI ZAUSENIEJ
(NET, NE VSE NE EJ) GDE KSENIA?
(MENYAETSYA MINOTAVR... A VSE TE ZHE 5 LITROV!) UZHE NE DVAZHDY... PRESTUPIVSHI... A RAZ PYAT'.
CHTO -- GOVORIT' MNE... CHTO SKLEROZ RASSEYAN'E
SUMEET UZHE I KUBINTSAMI RASPYAT'

("A YA PODVINUS'..." "V GORNITSE MOEY"... I KTO GOP PREZIDENT?) KAK VRATARYA, TAK I VLADEL'TSA SURZHIKA (TURKMENISTAN...)
PUST' BEZ PEKARNI SRAZU POD KUSTOM...
(POLYOT) A ISKANDER -- NE TRENER DO POLUCHENNOY
UZHE I KAMBUROVOJ PLATY ZA "WELCOME..."



PENN STATION TURNIP: NEVER DONE ANYTHING RIGHT, THEY'RE LYING TO ME ABOUT MY QUALITY
(Mikhail Scherbakov)

Where are you now, the pedestrian barefish?
Barrels are void, tiderush is fair...
Fishtide geseungt it is oafish or lavish
You're in a den or in a lair.

As for me, having geared fair licences in aggression
I drag an empty driftnet up to the sultry shore.
However mine -- none's -- shore won't divvy away from me on,
So I can not pretend that I've much store!

Daintily countried-in, rooted, entrenched and resistant,
Local potato salt reached me by knees.
I know the local speech so indepth, in an instant
No aborigine will tell would you please!

But by the Mech embraced or bearskin, or deerskin deftly,
Sunny drifts duty shifts by, I go up to the board
Of insagacious ads or ludicrous dollyorders --
Can there be anything where I'm abhorred?

Electorate, fish's no longer in mention:
Wherever yes, there is no truce!
Anew now in my box, there's tomorrow's dictation
Not to oppress, but to produce...

Give him a hairy dose somnolences without treason;
Unmadagascar corner, furniture for the cane:
Let him impress himself as feeling here without reason
Is he a guest, can he remain?

Daily, nocturnally, gavel with sentence...
Sheets are amusing, cold is control.
Rustle inveigles me down nobody's commencements --
Local the salt, local console!

Never've I droned myself as either a guest or nephew --
All merely simply favors and curtinaceous gifts!
The News forget to change, but nails rattle in Nepenthe!
Local assortment by the gavel's thrift...


You Brought Me Use and now Burn My Reputation Tautou in Yotkrante not in Ukraine Who Whom In Jail?
(Mikhail Scherbakov)

Not only my bum-reputationally slanted and guaranteed
Colloquial discriminality and incestuous pedigree
I once understood, and now geseungt hol the summery -- Vietnam pied,
Remember he is from Klajpeda and member they call his Dee-

Sponsorial Gubernatorial Presidual, unbedroomed
To-mushroomed and sub-narcotical, affected by street gun-fire --
Who else needed from my government subdistrictal Cat and Broom
But Stick reminisces stone and the lake next town full of professor...

The rummage sales indictorial, as in Montana's dark eastern coast
Where only whites send epistolar disgusting accented prides
To friends back in Lithuania (forget the old trip -- got lost)
And only whales with the wenches bespeak avengance without disgust...

Cyclopal manifestality infests not the moon's surface
And woman forgets what frontside of you she saw and once hugged-embraced...
You're standing unsuicidal to her, remembering the orgast
In you, but she is morality stand-brewing in your "old" face

And later that night, all derelectly, remember to try her ass,
You jerk in the clothes in porn-cafe but you know she prefers a pawn...
Her office is by Whole Foods' Market, unIzauraing her throne
But she castigates the quality of Kun-Dun, bastinado face!

To save your passions by clitor, you ride the bus, try to join a gym
But she is to you saddistically! indeclining on point of Lott's
Remembers you of Jerusalem that's related to Japan's Grierm!
"Monteci and Capuletti and nothing else can enjoy it hot"!

Vezuvius that's remaining to see is a recipe for future
That edge-of-Australianing abnegates its own reliquy...
Street hockey, that gives in to ice (and the fire too) version, Juicy Couture
Enfavors to Et tu, Brutus and adumbrates to the world made free

But cowardice does play hockey, and golly anything moved since seven
Zero due to conjuncturism in the fat form of aspiranture
The only exit from hence is to choose a President getting even
With every ferocious, daily and insignificant aventure!


Bad Moldavian Betraying a Senator (Reference Nord Ost) Stop this Insanity
(M. Scherbakov)

The half-day, the rail-station, the bureau -- all appropriate was there save two of us --
The queue, the curlicue, the rain, and the... straight line to Oredezh and Pavlovsk;
All passengers, without exception, knew their roles and arias in place, excluding us
As if a rare inventor mixed in us into an alien music coldless... 

Sowed to the word, glued into set -- to the buffet embellishments and modern radio-plethora of middle waves;
The rain drooped-eared, the day was debt
And yet no day meant more or was annointed to us more in collages and craves!

As if no body fallowed in our way, we were studying and disentangling
The tingling dissertation of desserts and horsedevoirs in that sequention;
We lied interrogatingly about who we were telling the biography
Of, in an intensive prerogative bestowed on us by doctors waiting!

Someone's display, ardor and greed
Was evidently seizing us by the awareness, that it can do in any flash! (We loved the Johnny Cash, kill a model)
Shyness will fade. Pride will recede
But epithets have not dispersed, we did not vanish, we narrated our own trash...

The meteorite never fell on us, and never tumbled down the short intrigue,
The turtle-thoughted intertheories did not us integerly conquer!
The progress-incentived dispatcher didn't strike with verisimilitude of his critique
And languid unusurping vagary still seizes us, alone and tardive.

Verily now clinging to old, we favor and anticipate, ferver confirming and infinitesimal truth,
Reference tact, legalness, cold
And in the end, we ferry that the leper will give up his way of youth...

https://youtu.be/qBESN5MGx-0
https://youtu.be/cfsBB1u3NpY 
http://youtu.be/XkkWTnutp2Ak


Sonatier, Distempered Sloganer, 2014. Theoretical Bomb
(M. Scherbakov)

Has it actually happened? Spots gave way to a purposed design;
Clueless, what it was apt on, has forfeited each trace of a line;
What was ferretting vainly blossomed stunningly within a glow
For the evening insanely it couldn't even low.

And today, it has gathered: being conformed to, and followed a path:
And the uselessness tethered and the vanity found it repast,
And it's hard to get faster at believing what happened to day
But literally yester all was leagues away.

And yet, yesterday rocky were relationships even at rest;
Capitally unlucky one was, feeling the worst and the best.
What variety of cards seemed to trump the antecedent ones
But the game fell to cowards and loss took on ponce.

The Financial sector was retreating, the treatment was deaf;
The Protection lost vector; and the code was of memory bereft
And the structure of on-view, voicing traitorship losing all fears,
From the shame and dishonor-you delved into tears!

Through the holes in the cordon, leaked away educational layer,
Through the holes in the ozone atmosphere was just oozing aglare,
Through the holes in the lawzone castigations were reaching their scope
Because nothing was awesomely kept on a rope.

Populace was savaging, cultured fare was discounted to swoon,
Noone anymore raging, about equipping ski-packs at noon.
No one raved at the sunset to a river with reed to the toy:
You couldn't weep at the M-HAT or melt at Bolshoy...

The professional's dances were bespeaking themselves not awhole;
The rhyme-mongerer's stanzas were de-rhymestering out of control;
The clarinet virtuoso without happiness blew in the tube 
Because that's not what also was meant for Ice Cube!

The constructions-lace furnished were outshuddered by panel debris --
From the ferris of fortune there was nothing to look on, or pee!
And when casually it fathomed to attract a bechildrened step-in
The wheel wouldn't be liaisoned to any function;

And today, it got running, all the motionless started to revv,
Learned it all to the stunning, organized to deprave and to brave,
Stopped stagnating precisely, self-intuited the hidden force
And intuited wisely salvational course!

The cardplayer rebounded... azure skies have rekindled their face;
The faith-speaker and Christ-curse by the beach bonfire made an embrace
And the punishing organ, having guessed the approriate sign
Is responding sans auguring their knowledge turned fine...

The Guard-soldier repostured, crooked the doctor of arts, crafts and science
The earth-plower came urging and evictingly plowed the old lines;
Architector came running and went drawing the Capitol gear;
The new vector is stunning, the new goal is clear.

Newly, dances and stanzas are embellishing lushly the courts
Where the olds knowing answers irrevocably give up the hoarse
And in hairy old basements the fresh youth doesn't yell, doesn't spit
For in reading commences prefers it to sit!

Everything heard a ruble. Fell in love with just forming a row:
The Chef Pavel is brewing the dry fruit in a stagnant aglow,
And by instance, Chef Peter places margarine in semoline;
The cordons show a beater, Bolshoy -- Lohengrin.

And sugued without fainting, elocutional not resting place
Scowling, soughing and dainting he, who brought our new freedom disgrace
Realizes there's no one to be disputing over a debt
But it's not for him over to be arguing over that yet!

He is slashing with anger; is assuring his honor's at stake,
And the debts he does hanker to offer to God knows whom at wake,
With a deed, if not parcel, to pay men by the squat's second set --
So you go to that car, soul step in and pay-sweat.

The carsaunas, wayfarer, by the way are kept clean -- custom geared:
There you do have to pay her for the drinks and the service not feared.
There massaging you keptly, a young beauty will show you the welt,
And the credit card wetly will sink down her belt.

Maybe, steambaths will tell you to redubitate the old aplomb:
You were fleeing your failure but success is around the next bomb
And it's easy to jetzt get, even if Moscow's map is a maze;
Bridge's name is Kuznetsky and then it's crossways!

My congrats -- it has happened, revocated, and hence to the close
Unexhibiting latern, I'm informing the ladies and those --
Let them use the old hiccup to pass down to the end of purlieus:
Laying flowers by your knee-cap, imbibing the smoke-hose, endearing the heels.




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дата публикации: Sep 3, 2018

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