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description of ur LIFE THERE... (on MY NERVES)(...) THE FUNERAL march BY B

ПОЭТ ЭМО

EETHOVEN... not an h(...) (YOUR not a WOMAN)! AND THIS IS HAPPY U! NOIR... always abstract in choice of words... liar galllun(...) I.E. PERMUTATION BETWEEN MEN ur THEME and ANATHEMA's(...) (ADUMBRATE)... I AINT built? (that W. mean, A PARROT)...

How to Cause Everyone to Jerk (hint at making 'em pay money) OF COURSE, U CANT KEEP promises... THERES pernicious PAYPAL
(V. Vysotsky)

Benediction, or else, blessing member...
Greek inferno with Russian earlobes;
Tevahs straying in lieu of September
In November, knock-out and lost hopes!

"Texas chainsaw" forestalled that delusion,
De Goll x'ed and xoxo'ed all the field...
Circumcision no circumlocution
Fedex greedies KFed to the yield...

Who self-flagelates biggies and ulcers...
Pooh soft-falls by "Papaya" on 5-th...
Eddie Falco and Polteva -- mustards...
And Cuchon lacerates in the pith...

Who... a commentary on the stabbing...
In Subway, at the rash such an hour...
Further, many innocuous blabbing...
German passing exclaims there: "genau"...

DIEGO -- die go or fall; singlechildness
Acting wife and tempestuous trope...
Never been to the Israel, highness!
The mollestors are stealing Ezops!

Single handed, I hit so much better!
A bedwetter u could call me then...
When I've written the Ballads... go-getter...
When Ive saved my diagonal "CHLEN"...

There's a time now for Hilary Clinton...
For the bread on the jerkish chaucer...
The both cheeks to Bon Jovi delinquent...
Fir on novelesque Times Square my way!

Defecate on the rest of all crossroads
And especially heading up town...
Up urs mongers, celestial corseters...
Of the thinnest and delicatest among'em!

The same treatment for jealousy... Raucous
In Saratov! on face of Akshat...
Friedrich where have u been w. that Caucous...
IE CAUCASIAN "deliberate"?

Euthanasia now in the callow
In the bath tub of Bath and Beyond...
Laporello... Estelle where? By Warren;
Beatty name is, and I must garant...

Sundry Pompano Delicattessen...
Lose to luce... & undress to cavern...
Venom flowing from all the impressing
Callum bosoms, hips, thighs, and FRATERN...






(ON BY eto ne perenes... KRIVAYA noga! ILI ETO ne pereves?) THE quality OF smoke anthenna (...) LAPIDARY? (za okna ne uydyosh')(...) "XLOP yaytsa"(...) ON cel. HOROSIY?(...) (A ESTELLA GDE)...? vse pokolenie utolkat'! (K tomu i vedet brosok)... ON dolzhen uyti (...)

















* * *

Благодать или благословение
Ниспошли на подручных твоих -
Дай нам, Бог, совершить омовение,
Окунаясь в святая святых!

Все порок, грехи и печали,
Равнодушье, согласье и спор -
Пар, который вот только наддали,
Вышибает, как пули, из пор.

То, что мучит тебя, - испарится
И поднимется вверх, к небесам,-
Ты ж, очистившись, должен спуститься -
Пар с грехами расправится сам.

Не стремись прежде времени к душу,
Не равняй с очищеньем мытье,-
Нужно выпороть веником душу,
Нужно выпарить смрад из нее.

Исцеленье от язв и уродства -
Этот душ из живительных вод,-
Это - словно возврат первородства,
Или нет - осушенье болот.

Здесь нет голых - стесняться не надо,
Что кривая рука да нога.
Здесь - подобие райского сада,-
Пропуск всем, кто раздет донага.

И в предбаннике сбросивши вещи,
Всю одетость свою позабудь -
Одинаково веничек хлещет.
Так что зря не вытягивай грудь!

Все равны здесь единым богатством,
Все легко переносят жару,-
Здесь свободу и равенство с братством
Ощущаешь в кромешном пару.

Загоняй поколенья в парную
И крещенье принять убеди,-
Лей на нас свою воду святую -
И от варварства освободи!

Благодать или благословение
Ниспошли на подручных твоих -
Дай нам, Бог, совершить омовение,
Окунаясь в святая святых!




























*Anna KARENINA" IN English (...)








"SPOT ON THE FACE"
(Vladimir Vysotsky)

I was a vulnerable, weak,
Faux-Norman Mailer, maverique...
Blood-spilling at each mountain peak...
But never falling down
And hither, as if stalwart pop --
James Bond hysteria, I propped
And was called Hilter by some mop
Inside a medic wand!

A suicide? A giving-up
Of apertures and songs?
Not fighting for my living drop
Of syringes and gong?
A morphine confsc'ed in lieu King-Kong,
An apparition blazoned,
A Chinatown around the corn-
Er, coroner-examined?

Weak nerves create propensities
In stolid doctors' ears,
That decreate immensities
In lieu of stabs and fears!
Who'll disagree with me? Noone --
Perhaps, Evtushenko...
I don't want president of con
To be Poroshenko.

Usurping fame of other men
One needs a dick to start again,
But with e-libraries by then
Ex-alcoholic fronts
How are you gonna staff a hosp?
You're called for weightlifting a husk,
And there you recognize a wasp...
Your Riga friend, in stunts!

'M I ever vague? You tell me, huns...
Hired by delinquentory buns
And Quentin Tarantino grunts
When he's shooting a scene:
All have a talant, save a lice
But doctors weakened need some lies
To take you in and treat you twice
Despite a coercion

A Bayer campus thus is build --
Obey her and eat shit...
I act appropriate and yield...
They wreck me bit by bit
And reck you, sis... and rack the place...
He does not love America...
What is the difference, what face
Ignores the movie Carrie, car?

Who's growing bald and peddling drugs
Makes kitten out of Russ --
How are you gonna make him plug
His own conical juice?
For him those temples, that severe
Don't sever only parts
But sever the whole endless, queer
And disagreeing hearts!

A big mistake -- they made me wait
And cling to suspects... all too late
To simply amnesty their hate
And hide themselves in hides
For this, the animals on earth;
For this delapidating hearsts
For nomenclature workers burst
By early songs' invites...

Whom tiger mauls, and nullifies...
Whom stone hits on the glass!
Whom operation petrifies,
On nose but choosing ass...
Forgoing suds, a spinner troll,
A has-been, if you will
Insews for General De Goll
Depression to make ill!

Having forgotten extra quill
But knowing my own back...
My pride... my sinuous and ill
Thrill-boasting with the lack
Or here the presence of my wife...
I herald for Walt Whitman
And stand up for my Mishka... quite
Blinded and by drinks bitten...

He can't believe, that I forsook
His Judas' art and his berserk
Ignominous sly manner: work,
Repudiate the rest...
Without me, happenings in Chechnya
Will otherwise bide time... and bla...
My wife is typical! acne
And early death's threat!

Megalomaniac excuse
And accusation swift
Reminds me, that I wrote Mongoose
For cunnilingus' drift...
But I do not believe in Mosque --
Pass that to Secretary
Prime of our Party... and my "husk"
Endevors me to marry!

Eh, Mishka... what was your idea?
Three years and Galich dead...
I should be singing "Obladi"
To find noone instead?
My ordered head forbids me that
For the free medicinals,
Air tram to Roosevelt Island, brat...
My son is calling penal.

The 13 ways to look at a
Subliminal blackbird,
To play a Man with Blue Guitar,
Be acting all absurd,
B-movies join in Hollywood
Finagles me and waits!
Calls Misha transworth -- prob'ly good
But then Beyrut is Yeytsk?

Hams... threats to lock me underneath
Some cellar -- Peter Sellars? Sheath
Upon a shield and now I breathe
With further dictation
Not from the language -- Nietzsche-bound,
But promises a friend I found
So Brooklyn and bilingual -- fount
Will flow forever on...

L.A.-contumely? wings and breast-
Stroke taught and we're prepared...
Alla costumely needs some rest
As "sham" I later bared...
A pedestal, to bear Lukoil...
We need our the whole state...
Azerbajdzhan, the whole turmoil --
Mistake however made!

White whale will rescue me next time,
Will shut my mother in her prime,
Givotte will dance inside some lime
And lemon add to top
And eat the whole -- didn't write war songs,
My feat's humongous, your oblong
And dainty stomach will prolong
My life and let me hop,

And then the rest will hop and dance...
Surrounding the IHOP
And morning talks "who gains, who clams
With leopold and Loeb"
Will cease and bare a tooth so sweet
Around the morning coffee
In Buffalo -- they'll sing complete
My "academic Ioffe!"



Great MAN...
(V. Vysotsky)

On the doorknobs, sat in faces olygarchory Torquatos...
Deribassovskaya, elsewise Garibaldi! Hande Hoch:
What will you agnosticize me? How will you now equalize us?
Coxcomb canis familiaris with familiarizing Koch...

You are welcome, my docteurs -- I'm an actor, not self-copier,
Can be snappier and choppier, oh but happier? Why worse?
I'd be writing Midnight Trolley, I'd be reliquing bluff,
I'd be acting all morally -- but I've had of that enough!

How just reticent and lying all those residents and viers
For the utmost place in hospice turniquet me by the horns!
I'm not fit for institution, I'm just one of those good "friers"
Or the friars, who hands out flyers to my own concert, not Bjork's!

My first comrade's not Nguen, not derogatory Jiangsu...
The agnostics drown in Yangtze, but I live and keep my yen
Why are you so hidebound corny? haven't even learned "privet"?
On Cape Horn, all blarney horny! in New Haven, ever "net"...

Apple of the eye greets pleasure... as a monkey greets the stranger --
But crepuscular avenger from the Britain spoils the feast;
I would not bare knives in rancour, wouldn't vendetta out of pleasure;
I would not let in recital all who apprehend the least...

For example, was upstaged "the Windstorm" with the ovation
To last century's translation by one Andrey Kroneberg,
Not Andrey the Voznesensky -- please forgive that strange purlieu!
I've found out that Brodsky's sexy, but I read his "The Cat's Meow..."

Cloning on slalom forbidden... in canteen the heads are bitten
Whose fault, that he kept repeating some old formula and urged
With a shotgun into psycheward? Can't I drink Cosmopolitan
And then head to my next lover through the jungle of absurd?

Never cheated on by wife -- never innocent presumed once,
Unvoracious in dune skunks! I ain't suing you for life;
Bally is a nervous center -- I ain't switching in bedroom
After a just reckless bender-fender -- night in asylum...

I'm a good bridesgroom... not hairy! Can you understand, that marry
My own young son can, when bury me Remizov they Azov's
As philosopher not kinky, all because I ride the Dinghy
Not to bathe professor's pinky, but to show him some write-offs!

Pulverize me by bulldozer, but stave off from me combine...
Shows me taser quite a noser unreclining in design!
The result: a chimney-sweeper diagnosis "die of nose"
And the only jeeper-creeper, whose own face-skin was porous...



YOU CAN FUCK me...
(V. Vysotsky)

Abominably, fell in dark
The portraits and docteurs...
My sweat was pouring from me, mark --
As from the home stove's pores!

Voyeur to sick agility,
I went for the up-close
Range -- but in embicility
The doc took it, deranged!

The grill went into the X-Ray
And the blood started gushing
As in hotel the only day
For but a homeless Russian!

A nark, anciliary sweet
Reminded I was deaf
To any illnesses, and beat
When only dad-bereft:

You eat, you hanker with your coms,
Your share it with the rest...
And suddenly a yell, he's con,
A knife onto his crest...

Need not be nervous, my paisan --
My phys proclaimed achieving...
Almost all people all around
Are sick, and are forgiving.

Around my neck, a neck of ice --
It's my age tears me down...
I grin with reddened mouth... precise
As on the stage, a clown...

A necklace of horrificals
Espouses to call spouse,
And maniacally three-two-one
I cry unto the louse!

I could... in time for a baseball...
Bebloody the whole Harlem
Too bad, that some Sardanapal
Spread sheet below my problem!

The cancer's mine. The canker's yours...
Step off from watching feet
Agrarian to the butt-worse,
With bloodiness replete.

Israel deigns, the States avenge,
Deranged avenge you all!
Acquitted only are the strange
And that in rigmarole:

With gas, I'm healthy in me, and
Your crafty unsuturings...
Slick artificial blood with band-
Aid ready for futurings?????

It's time for surgery -- that blood
My cavern didn't cling;
The anesthesia will abduct
But will not mutiny!

Cut without having said a thing
Luxurious or rife,
Or prime in the vicinity
Of as if doing time!

I lay at bend of existance,
Not to say being in English --
And not a movement Resistance
Will save me from the bing trash!

The heroes... leave a suture sown,
Across a brow -- crook-bent...
As if I'm wearing Princeton gown
And having a boyfriend:

"You can't lay down", I'm friends with docs
And crazy with my wife...
I can sit still, I can eat cocks
But I can hate this life!

For me to dress with compliments
Primordial patients quota
A cub, to join Bowery poetry club?..
Get off me, unerota!

Vysotsky's here... the brains mean cunt?
Just think of Genesis...
First human being had some talant,
The second... dulce bliss!

The whole humanity from God
Is ripped with flakes, with pains --
With beach photography by rod
Precision-laced with gains...

The whole humanity is sick,
Is ill and suicidal --
Why be persnickety and lick
Word choice, call amoral?

200 years -- the same old bloke...
Insane Napoleon --
Bespoke-instills la vida loce,
The tokens underground...

All streets Chavez already seized
With expedition deadly
And loves its hoary-bory deeds...
"The history of medley"...




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