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IN PARMA(...) RikiTikiTavi(...) (paralleli PARADIGMY

ПОЭТ ЭМО

)(...) Matveeva VERSION(...)








Pete Townsend; Attempts to Break the Body
(Bulat Okudzhava)

They broke his ribs and you have blessed it by millenium
For his The Tempest translation, shame on you always.
The girls were fleeing from the yard -- severe and navelling,
Their abstract thinking worsened from your country controls

Chernogolovka what the heck? His head isn't Negrotesque
He loves some girls from that part of the world entirely.
The Miserables have explained your dirty discoteque
Punitive hangering on children of your body!

No prizes for his day of work, the constant firing
Of a Benoche-bounded guys for better Ashley;
You are aggregiously estranged from "Ressurectative"
Tolstoy's big novel on Cologne and Bern that's next to it...

How I kept coming in my pants... To you the fingerprints
For him in his uncausal jail, meant more than problem
Colloidal solved upon the veins of sister intimate
With the worst faces in the world from the Saratov!

You screamed, when Pushkin sang the names of heroes sacrificed
At Winter Palace and the next ensuing battle
You were debunking your own myth of star across the spine
And persevering in the "bad son" idle rattle!

From hence, my judgement of your cunt and Capuletti --
Too late, through years saying to him, and purely gibbering
With rubbing in, that mutual love exists sans Yetti
But you prefer be just that thing. To Coney Island!



HOW LOOKS "THE GARDEN OF EDEN" TO RESEARCH SCIENTIST...
(Mikhail Scherbakov) A.K.A "No Councelling"... "DALI... not AGNES..."

And I... Aspen, Populus... eternally top-less... less...
Investigate populace post coitally...
Who will tranquilize me most... Will move to another Coast...
For here I preserve "glasnost" (Both Lincoln and General Lee)...

And they (on their pleasant lea) forth-looking so ugly-ly,
Improve the Vocabulary... Kevorkian-ly...
(Bokchoy)... Like loins on train-station "PLAIT"; The language dictation -- FREE...
But w. spinach ration... tee, I don't know what lesser BEE!

("TRAMONTANE" high-octane accomplished... WE NEED more drama!) An agent on lion; hired... just follows him; Watch perspired...
And threatening him w. mired consequencacies... (it ain't efficacies)... THOSE DESERT OASES!
The wheels on chaucer, chassie; on axis with celibacy...
Forgo the convent "merci" for monastery... as is;

("CORRECT IN swimmingsuit...") CHANGED YOUR GAIT(...) now; irrigate! There's only 1 city left, f'rexamining who made theft... (Peter FRAMPTON...)
And how the light lines... the left and right hemisphere...
And here enters Flax Seed Oil... w/o the perceived Turmoil; (we have to SECEDE)...
Who smells, has a better "foible..." than most inhabitants here...

(Here comes THE Calendar)... Hamlet KEY... And so, to be standing straight... w/o implantation hate;
("EXAMINATION OF HERO IN THE TIME OF WAR")... Hysterical mistakes made... in operati-on...
Involves not the weight: controlled... But just having made parole...
Relating that rigmarole... according to "DIC-TA-TION..."



















































He Emanates Peignoir By Malygina, By-Passing New Balance (Pragmatic Faschists Say "Thank You")...
(Mikhail Scherbakov)

Joconda culls garbage in London --
Who knows for inferior what?
In house dwelled a guy Adam Lanza,
Faggot and a serial squat!

Who knows what bi-polar forellen
Played Schubert's binocular quintet,
My love then... sub-Asian Ellen
Started the World War on Net...

What better result from the spinach
Not steamed but sauteed on a pan,
Why ocean inside the old village?
Teeth are falling, dropping scan!

Tears falling from tearing and striving
A thing to sagate and to cull?
Aspersions of scull inadvertant,
One then must be musical...

In bathtub soliloqeying drunken,
Not washing with angular towell...
You're seeking some other that's sunken
Who once freely played guitar!

Conundrums yield further obsessions (imitating Garik Krichevsky)
From trashing the bosom of girl,
Which, broken, endeavors a ration
(A bird has a talon... (drop Italian)... already 3/4 of the way) To foregather from a scroll...

A gallop enticing a wedding
Then nulls the tempestuous trope,
Shut up someone cries... Treat my lady
As if she has read Trollope!

OK, you respond with provision
Inevitably on her sides,
When vodka perquotas precision,
With nothing but tea besides!

By then Stefanelli diaphanous
Doth grab it from your putrid hands
(I joke, because scale is cacaphanous...
And you've wasted both your bands!)

The moral of story is thwarting --
When girl, who has heard "Tea For One"
Began jolling me and covorting...
I have lost some seed and gun...

(Pochti na sklone let!) persnickety SHALOM...








NEYTRAL'NAA POLOSA OT ZAGSA (MEST' ZA GAREM...) "Za glaza lubi"...

V BUFFALO HARCHI... PONIMAESH' LI?
I MOLCHI TY OB OSTAL'NOM...
OT KOVSHA V GAVNE MNOGO ZAVISTI(...)
I REBECCA PIDGEON... MOVE ON...

POMOGLI BYLYE RODITELI;
NISCHIE STOALI KOVTOM
A V IERUSALIME BLUSTITELI
NA NEGO MAHALI KOVSHOM...

I GARAGEMAHAL TOZHE STROILSYA
OT STRUNY VELIKIA GLAV...
PYAT' STROF OT DIALYS'A VZYALISYA
V OSTAL'NOM OSTALSA NE NOV...

INDUL'GENTSIA... IMPOTENTSIA...
PAMYATI AMNEZIA ZLA
I EMU I JUDD DLA PROEHKTSII
KAZHET SISI I DVA VESLA...

A DRUGAA TAK OHARASHIVAET
POHORONY RANO ZA ART
POTOMU CHTO DELICATE RUSSIANNEST
LUBUT EGO LASKOVYY ZAD...

STRELKI POCHINILIS' ZAGLAVIEM;
KOROLEK NE SDAN VO MUZEY
I KAK BUDET HEPBURN KORACHIT'SYA...
TAK B NE EL V BUFFETE YA VSEY

TOY EDY... PO ZHMERINKE... TRAPEZY
TOY PRIKAZANNOY VO KOLLEDZH...
I BEZ MAPLE SYROP'A V ZAVISTI
DLYA V POGIBEL' STROYNYH NEVEZHD...










THE

MAIN THING IS TO IMITATE TALIBAN... e.g., by calling The Talisman a telegm (SUBURBAN MOSCOW FORESTS...) ferret you out "ONLY ASTUTE VOICES..." Proud... NOT LOVING MOSKALS... (THANKS FOR THE BOMB... ASSHOLE...)

Wharf Party Delay (THE OLD TRANS CAN'T LET GO OF TRANSISTORS...)... Izvozchik? (WHO EATS BETTER... the new LIVING-room battery debate)...
(Mihail Scherbakov)

No... beloved kin... we're not atrocious —
Paying taxes... in exact proportions...
Going to our church... reeling on rowers...
Putting things we find, inside some drawers...

Market fears being over-consummated...
All is tableful and housing-warming...
Valetry took noble lairs, belated...
Attic dwellers underground, sur-swarming...

The name of a district was awarded...
To my neck of woods... before the sordid

Day!



Cheered... and fanfared... among furbished fir-trees
Our town's now declared a city, mordish...

What's become the landlord in this flurry?
Where can all our undeground get fury
So they can convict... in proper measures...
Those who were not trusted... even pleasured?

No, even therewith... you'd hit a road block, (getting a foot massage)...
So... of course... I would not mean to say that
Nails are not in place... (EMBRACE ALL OUR GRAND-MOTHERS...) or teeth are broken (IT WASN'T A "PORSCHE...")...
I just mean to say... it's never scary... (to eat caviar...)

(IT'S BETTER, IF YOU SPEAK POLISH)... It's the only gang-bash thing to hear...
These howls in the dark, that are so thick

And clear...

After which... the rumors spread through our house —
Whispering it's not only the wolve's howls... (OYSTERS DON'T EAT THAT GOOD)...

Darkness isn't new, but fret the meaning...
Not for everybody... 'tis to mingle!
Some of us already couldn't bever...
Took the stuff... and moved away, forever... (INSULAR solar-roof...) "WE CAN GOOF ROUND THE CLOCK..."



(WHERE IS TRAYVON MARTIN?) After them... to keep the voices wearier...
Like a descant at the time of duel
We no longer sing "oh, where, oh... where?" A?
Even if we knew the place, we wouldn't

Chant...

Places are so scarce today that don't sewn-
Fly... a prideful shadow of a former

Town!

No chance, and no odds: the game is over...
Nowhere to run... but on a Landrover... (bend over, like a Vandover)...

The former Captain... aghast in a chair, and
He has struck a deal... without a jail time,
Like a shot, he's made elected mayor;
We elected him... who else would care...



Born; and raised... baptised a-church and married...
Not a wrinkle on his spotless flyer...
Some of us are fiercely dead, and buried...
Others... like myself... are still surviving chills...

Living means we're cold... that means we're living...
(AIN'T DAMAGING A FEMUR...) Tearing books... and burning files instead of coal,
Dictionary is so plump... but now it's
Turned to ash, and embers to the letter "O!"

There'll be but a party... and a concert...
(Vicarious De Selby...) "Schumann was a pedaphile"... ("ALTSHULER IS OKAY...") Time needed for conception...
Looks like they start serving tea and dessert...
In the mayor's booth... but with his high hand,
The chosen one repudiates the viand...

So... he will not sup... afraid the venom, (PUSHKIN NOT THOUGHT FRAUDULENT by Angela Merkel...)
So the dish obediently follows...
Those moans from the stage: "oh where, oh where..." Ah?
Which... I meant to say... it's never boring... no...

Grow some teeth... or sharpen a few pencils...
Still this village won't be making city's tables... no!
Never sure, who's poisoned at the party's...
Even if they were de-capitated, no --

Let me put this city's brand-new pass-code
In the brackets there, for you, beloved
Kinsman; but remember every letter
No faster, albeit, than you will get it...

Mail comes slow... and you should curb your hope!..
Estimate delivery a year...
Even in an open envelope...
Censorship takes time... corrections... here and there!

"IF LIVING, THEN LIKE MYSELF... (blessed town Newark by our connection network... AND BETTER, IF HE REPUDIATES IT...)" "CHINATOWN DIET..." CAUSE # one OF THYROID DEFICIENCY... AND FEMME-CAUSED MESATHELIOMA... (Tatiana Navka version...)

CHANGE TOWN... TRANSLATOR... (The main law is no darkskins...) "he loves breasts, but tells you to shut up"... (ALREADY IN A "RUT..." HE WAS STUDIED UNDER)... Rastafarian (HE CHOSE MY FRIEND CHRIS...)

No... dear kins-man... we're not galivanting...
Niggers we're effeminately loving...
Guzman... Yuly... Cargo as from Congo
And success's humongous... CARAMBA!

One has gone... velleicht... the way of psycho...
The other translated Pushkin's "Prophet..."
Albeit... with a honcho... poncho mongo...
Dropping to his calf I am delighted...

Visited I him: a party concert...
Wilhelm Meister dances with John Ghotti...
And... in toe addition to the concept...
He's translated Nikitin's "Vivaldi..."

How to intonate with "burning collar?"
Hooker... and no compliment suggested...
If he lived and leaked himself in squalor...
But... having watched "Breathless..." he has jested...

In CanAda... breathless-takes Tsunami...
We all know each other in this God-damn...
He has spent a year there on Pine Mountain...
I repudiate that to his mama...

Why not be a derelict, like wanted?
Here's my golden tooth for a runaway
Truck or man... A waiter Ghotti punted...
Shunted I his protuberant "never..."

And... About "Truvera..." what's that rombus?
Callouses from porn are nothing kidding...
He has had some Trolley-Busing rumps there...
An omni-bus sided on his... Riding?

Bloated... dead... But there's a "mostovaya..."
An embankment (not an esplanada...)
To be mixed with bridge... if you have Viao...
But to bender-slander, I need Nada...

Victuals are impossible to conquer:
The "planshett" wasn't given by the lady...
Susan... I'm not derelict, a monger...
But to be a fish-monger... Alfredi?

I come LOLLing, like a babysitter
For gelato to the Bulgarini...
Village... that proclaimed itself as bitter
Bids me to escape in "Lamborghini..."






VICTORY 9-TH OF MAY, Niacin-less(!) (REMAINS AN ass!)
(Vladimir Vysotsky)

Why train with a cast of hooligans, and felons,
Why won't I behave myself an Anti-Semite?
For upon their side, there's no laws, there's no limits --
But there is our impress and enthusiasm of millions,

And then I exclaimed -- someone's got to be squealed, yet
Yet one must resolve who the Semites are, really...
And if they are very extravagant people?
And if they can get one, for that, into trouble?

But then a friend and father -- the seer at the relay,
Explained that Semites make true Jews, true and simple!
Oh, that's such a luck, such coincidence, brothers,
And I'm always good -- and why would I fear others?

And I met firm a time, and for ever untouching
I felt of the great man of ours Albert Einstein;
Folks may chastise me, but I ask without blinking:
How should I berate the bestowed Abraham Lincoln?

Among them great Kapler (imprisoned by Stalin,) --
Among them, respected by me, Charlie Chaplin --
My pal Rabinovich, and victims of Fascism,
And then so the initiator of Marxism.

But then the same guy told me exit a doing,
That the blood of Christian kids they are brewing,
And then my partners told me once in the parlour,
That, long years back ago, they have crucified our Lord...

They drink blood -- they've languished without a dear pardon,
The giraffe in our zoological garden,
And clearly, they've stolen again, from kolkhozes,
The whole year's cropping of our bread and our rosies,

Along the Kursky Road and South Caucasus railways
They built great dachas and live there like bosses.
I'm ready for all: Violence and Destruction --
And I'll beat the Jews, and then saving this Russia!!!














no deer skin on you... HE'S NOT SCARED OF ME... (he thinks I'm plump...) V GUBAH U UVELICHITEL'NYH MLADENTSEV... (Mel'kom mel'kaet moy zhe Mendelssohn)... NO ZHENSCHINA GRUBA DO MELODICHNOSTI... (Lenka)?.. FLYING FROM CHICAGO... (stop the eating tram...) TRANSLATOR'S FAULT... slandering me of cockeating... (EAT, BE A THUG, AND SIT IN THE BUNKER)... asking my Aneta's ass... MY GIRL HAS A TRUNK, YOU SCUMBALL... GO LOVE YOUR PRESIDENT... WHERE MISHA'S HEAD IS IN PLACE... both prescribed abilify... BUT YOU, MIHAIL, SHOULD KNOW BETTER... (Schoolstudents whose affair)? it's alright... WHAT IT'S LIKE TO EAT "TONKATSU" AT A SUSHI RESTAURANT and think "freunda..." (EAT RICE BEFORE YOU LIFT WEIGHTS... police is waiting...) OR YOU'LL DETONATE A BOMB... (sunder all hearts...) ALIEN CALVES(...) (ehto perevod "POD ZNAMENEM FORTUNY...")














RIPHMY(...) eto TSELOVAT'SA muzcinam? GO on(...) (1 )POP!

* * *

No, beloved kinsman, we're not bored —
We pay taxes, in exact amounts,
Go out to church and reel around,
Put the things we find, inside the drawers.

Market fears being overrated,
All is tableful and housewarming,
Valetry has taken noble lairs,
Attic dwellers are now underground.

Title of a district was awarded
To my neck of woods, before the holiday.

Cheers, fanfares, among the furbished fir-trees
Our town is now declared a city.

Who becomes the landlord in this flurry?
Where can undeground get the fury,
So they can convict, in proper measures
Those men who weren't trusted, ever?

Here, even you would hit a road block,
So, of course, I don't mean to say that
Nails are not in place, or teeth are broken,
I just say by no means it's boring.

It's the only sore thing to hear
Howls in the dark, so thick and clear.

After which the rumors spread through town —
Whispering it's not just wolve's howl.

Darkness isn't new, but fret the meaning —
Not for everyone it is to mingle.
Some of us already couldn't bear —
Took the stuff and moved away, forever

After them, to keep our voices clear,
Like a descant at the time of duel
We no longer sing "oh, where, where?"
Even if we knew the place, we wouldn't sing.

Places are so scarce today that don't
Fly a proud shadow of a former town.

No chance, no odds, the game is over,
Nowhere to run, but just away for now.

Our former Chief's again a chair
Glad he stroke a deal with no jail time.
Like a shot, he made elected mayor,
We elected him, who else would care?

Born and raised, baptised in church and married,
Not a wrinkle on his spotless flyer.
Some of us are now dead and buried,
Others, like myself, are still surviving chills.

Living, means we're cold, that means we're living,
Tearing books and burning files instead of coal.

Dictionary was so plump but now it's
Turned to ash and embers to the letter "O".

Yet there is a party and a concert,
Looks like they are serving tea and dessert
In the mayor's booth, but with his high hand
Chosen one repudiates the viand.

Now he won't dine, afraid of poison,
So the dish obediently follows,
Those moans from stage "oh where, where?"
Which I meant to say it's never boring, no.

Grow some teeth or sharpen someone's pencils,
Still our village won't make a city, no.

Never know who's poisoned at the party
Even if they were decapitated, no.

Let me put our city's new zipcode
In the brackets there for you, beloved
Kinsman, please remember every letter
No faster albeit than you get it.

Mail comes slow, and you should curb your hope —
Estimate delivery a year,
Even in an open envelope,
Censorship takes time, correction, this and that.

Translated by Alexei Minaev (WHAT HAPPENED TO HARVEY WINESTEIN ONLY (silencing "The Sylvan Waltz 2"...))

wrist SLAPS?(...)



















(I AM NOT LIKED... AN IMPORTANT STATEMENT...) EXPECT IT FROM ANY LAST TRANSLATOR ON EARTH... (WHICH IS WHY THEIR LEGS ARE SO BAD...) TO THEM... THE JUICE IS AN EXTRACT... VEZDE OBLAVA...



* * *

The noon, the station, and the ticket booth, all those things were relevant, except for us,
Small raindrops dashed onto the crowd lining up along the tracks, for Pavlovsk,
All passengers knew their songs, and played the roles well, except, of course, for us,
As if some genius begetter would
Plop stolen music all around us.

Dropped in some word, glued a cartoon,
With laces on the clothes, inside some mediocrity, a popular song,
Rain was absurd, day was out of tune,
But out of our entire lives we never had a more important one.

As if inside an empty room, with not a soul around, we learned, and tried to lip,
Some whispered bits and pieces of a spell, amidst that flickering and humming,
Coerced, we tried to animate some hollow syllables and muted dreams,
Too timid to pronounce them loudly,
Too proud to enjoy the silence,

Somebody's plan took us upon,
Today it is more evident in it's existence but it's just
As blurry as then,
Shyness is gone, pride will move on,
But spells, they are not going anywhere, and we're not going anywhere.

The century has turned, the station has expanded, norm has poured from the skies,
The old dispatcher was succeeded in his job by one of their heir grandson,
A new express took all the passengers to Pavlovsk, everyone, except for us,
We flounder on the same unspoken lapses still,
As radio emits at random.

Same as before, popular chimes,
Not overly concerned with any lack of fantasy, and just the truth they must tell,
Price of the truth, nickels and dimes,
A living soul has better things to do, a dead one's, anyway, in hell.

SPORIT' S CHUZHIM POLOM... pochemu kto shilom sopit adequate... gangrena?



HOW TO PREPARE FOR LENGTH WITHOUT STALKING (HAIGHT... BOTH MY AUNTS)
(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/XkkWTnutp2A

(TAB-lets)(...)

blind SAUNA?(...)










Common Backs? (Reflexes Crawled along The Sew-Lines)...
(Volodya Vysotsky)

Here(...) you lingered, knavejack; a varlet of Varley(...)
S.S.I. has obsconded your torment(;)
For ubiquitous, commonal days -- forgive me(;)
Were in Burma, my cards (insomnolent!)

Always -ing'ing; henceforth, you're forgetting me(;)
Gaining weight by the dozen(...) takes pounds(...)
And deranging(...) by trax of The "Lobotomy..."
Mystic porridge of cunts(,) makes their rounds(...)







1 Little Horse Sissy Spacek TO SLEEP MERCILESSLY BY A LANTERN... (HOPING FOR A COBRA)... LIKE A KINDERGARTEN...
(M. Scherbakov)

Actually, I'll be helping myself forto:
For the inclement weather -- I will store tobacco --
Black days will find consoling -- head will distract with goo:

Many there, will you wait, joyfulnesses if thief?
For the inclement weather, cognac is all I leaf!
There will be at the very least where to drown my grief...

Memory can rup short, in a flash be forsook,
But to collect extensive diary, I need nook;
Enough introes and infos for a hundred-first book!

Cognac will drizzle out, tobacco'll fall apart.
But diastolic pressure teeth will knock out of scars...
There should be, at the very least, means to fire a hearth!

You'll have your lesson learned, my unknown friend I've found --
Outline all you have seen, and add it to the caisson; d-
Raw the recalcitration of all that's by and round.

Thought from the Capitol falls the last Apostol
Write down all you remember, including rigmarole
Or were you vainly learning grammar and epistle?


















Afternoon(...) Not On a Prospect (ESTA)!
(Mihail Scherbakov, 1990)

Not remanding, but forgetting
All there's to it, worth daffodil --
I'm embracing "MONUMENTING" --
An ideal pit for fodder(...)

THEY ARE OTHER LAND-LORDS BIDING
ALL AROUND, AND THEY CHARCH RATIOS:
A FELATIO AIN'T ARDENT...
WITH A BEARD, I'M LURING SPACE-SHIP!

OH, THE ARROW EAR, EXPLETIVE...
(PAHMUTOVA BY THE DOOR-STEP(...))
EVEN RANEVSKAA (UKRAINIQN R&b)... (NATIVE(...))
AND TO HER I show the dorsey(...)

DOGS W DROOP EARS FETCHING RUPEES;
(ITS A.D.... A SHAME FOR MOURNING)
A COLLECT KOREA LUTING
A torquatoan PILLORING(...)

DEADLIFT... Better dead, than lifting:
SINGLE, YOU HEAR BETTER POPPING;
On the staircase, isn't drifting
Madeleine, ready for eloping(...)

WITH "come-On" in the chromatic(...)
("Wunderbar" SAY THEY ECSTATIC)!
W. CAYMAN IN THE ATLANTIC
HAVING READ "McTeague(...)" ON static...

ELLEN LA PETA commercial(;)
(Richard Cage is sympathizing(,)
(James Beard LESSONS)! BUT TERMOMETER is martial
In device: "BEGI, SPASAJSA"!...)

YOU CAN VALUE THE VAGINA
In a girl u never fathomed(...)
Even if u'r threatened... "DIE NOW"!
AND THE DRINKING BOUT is last of them(!)

JUST DON'T LISTEN TO THE MUSIC
OF ALICIA DE Larocha,
SO BY PASSING BUSHES, CALVES now(;)
IN A CAVE, BEN LADEN "got u!"

THE EXCEPTION R KOREANS
WHEN UR LISTENER is thankful:
IT'S UR CHOICE AS A miscreant
IF AMERICAN(...) OR MERKEL(...)

LUTES ARE HARDLY (we are SWINGING...) "GUT" FOR DANCING
Swines on tabletop and maidens
Disgeneron, dainty-handsome
Saying thanks(...) is better Cape MAY

THAN ATLANTIC CITY star dom(;)
Be a domme(...) FORGET DOM LOUIS(...)
DE(...) (IN PRINCETON, DUH)(...) no pardon(...)
For the hard-on in MARGULIS(!)








NO MORE "IM'AGE"(...) or "CORE training"(!) (they MAKE corpses)(...) CONFERRED on renal ANALYSIS

I am obligated to defy GRAVITY(...?) Total DUPLICITY(?….)






Drink Shit -- Don't Eat It (i.e. "Beat It")
(the Mother of Nouella Matveeva)

Stateliness of plexy H Two O, hot nostrils in-favor...
With the per-heat of brown-eyes, steed is skance-drinking the road;
Actor De Niro is good! the fleeting winds are betterbare...
The flow gets given to all... Even who execute moot!

Drink a bit apeasing stuff from my moronical daughter:
Better phonology lies in catalog of deep streams...
Cinterns, when they're prie-dieu'd... Pretending everyone's hotter...
Cysts... When they're over-subdued, "hwen"... as by integer seems...

Supine and idle in brisk... How disenchanted the road was...
How Autandil-helbane bhang was each ferocious style!
How NaughtyShakespeare... And hot... (LEGS... "middle-age:" SREDNIY VOZRAST)...
Sholom Aleyhem... or not, the model Mayhem took while!


















GALYA IS WELL...

("GEESES"... PLAYED...) ALL THE HOUR GLASS FIGURES (AND PHILIP GLASS' AND STEVE REICH'S... INEPT TRAINERS... ARIAS) DESCRIBED HERE (IN THIS WAY... I AM AN INSIDER... SHOP AT "ARMY AND NAVY...)"

Am I a Glutton Not Worth Five Copeks?
(M. Scherbakov)

I will invect unto myself... don't mix Eden and Adam
Don't circumlocute onto it... with homeless giving penny...
Give to the orchestra an erg... throw necklace in director...
Arkady and Arkanov same and Bertold Brecht just Fanny,

From Mendelssohn's beloved pit of arm -- sagacious nanny
Was giving to the Jew parade... the escapade of rectal...

Philatov... needn't be trained abs in front of Udovnichenko...
Do you see now, how the leftest hemisphere deletes the fireworks...
Eraserhead needsn't to be made... and a syringe needle finds an escape
in the navel of an assiduous Mardi Gras...

Assault? attack? I salt flap jack and what the heck don't utter...
The cops are coming to the stand and give me breathalizer...
I lie to eyes I cut my dick and wiser is the udder
Of my own spouse in the arouse of later summer miser...

And I renege to Eyfel Tower remainder of my prowess
And percolate jelly-fish bite, mezuzah by my viser...

Elementarily, the table produced by Mendeleev
Hides the wolf colloquial denotation in Hebrew...
Stuff from which the casket is made... lacerates the phantasy of the insane
Not to "fans see," but to Fanny "begift the gift..."

Oratory by Offenbach restored the Wing'ed Sea Saw
And wringed my hands from the success of latest begettation...
Gestation purely permulates... when you ask for the visa... (COWS LOVE BEE-GEE'S)...
And on the beaches... someone says... I haven't earned my dictation?

Orgasmatron from silly bonbon movie poses bison
In the "aggrieved" of Buffalo... some unassiduous ration...

Breakfast... Tiffany... And Tyrone make it fast and tell to move on...
the hotel by Abel Tower rups aorta by dozen...
Distant cousin of the unrelieved and second Aleve
Jailed and bonded girl on the other side of the family...

Midnight Trolley Dustin Hoffman Dima Fish? (nicole kidman????)

MEANINGLESS!





GALYA'S GOT PULMONARY FROM YOU... (RAPPED DINNERS AT "RUSSIAN SAMOVAR")... "MANFRED" SYMPHONY...



NO LONGER ITALIAN...
(Mihail Scherbakov)

My soul... To what else striving prophylactics not to thrive?
Versaille... can't get your feet back... Read "you can't bring back the past..."
Again, with the new tongue, I can still do it (even) unalive!
The tongue is by a cow... and our America's to last...

What's Georgians unravel? There's Ravel... to beat a few...
Preceded Gustav Mahler, Emerson... and Thomas Sterns...
Why, even in Somerset, N.J.... Professor Sugrue...
The world on op ed columns doesn't value manekens?

"Be illin'..." threatened a beloved poet Run-D.M.C....
No else can Bitov-do it... Ellen Chances is okay...
The end of Lunacharsky, Naom Chomskey, jail freed B
Elizabeth Hurleys burly, casts the case out... and you're free!

Hates sister, Obolensky, Eastern beauty by pirogue...
In-Akers Moulin Rouge... and Alex Hamilton is killed...
Why out on rouges morning... Galya, runner, omlette rogue?
Akshat is persevering... But you show him, what is built!

The nigger cemetery in West Part of Buffalo...
The underground railroad, restoring men against Lenin...
How much has been finagled, lacerated lying low?
People tell to eat feces and consider themselves in!

Not eating a cob-salad turns... an act of heroism...
(The Shakespeare-In-The-Park invites some buns from N.Y.U.)
But just because of "Shaker Heights" and a whollot of that bliss...
A wollop of whipped creme... it all ends up at Bellevue...

ANTI-CLAVICLE (episodic MEMORY)(...) VCERASNEMU(...) from "LITTLE Havana"(...)














First Intellectual Treatment of Lime Disease Forgoing Ziggy Stardust
(Mikhail Scherbakov)

Left meaning to the East in an intense show coach,
by sinking-in incense and penitentiary stogies
no matter what locale bestows -- for best approach
not hammering on moments, either firy, hot or gorgeous!

Calmari from Ukraine bespeak Satyrikon,
no questions of Yukon and lackadaisically few of
the classic musical called Can't go? I'll go on
with violins upfront and clarinets playing only Fugue!

Malaka, Oberlin, Falaka, Erenburg,
Tanaka, Uppercut, gondola, hole, hypotenuse...
obscond and intricate mint integer and erg
as we all have agreed at the return of Wiederreise!

The Hamburgian account is definitely left
accusative of beige, imported and unrectangular,
arrived at Armory and Aymerie hogcleft
all Heine and excuse to be so abberantly peddler!

Longevity Cape Cod beleaguers us and calls,
belabors to arrange, unBeatrice us, and challenge
(I almost said of "nas") -- how are you gonna pass?
However oft deranged in countenance, syringe is midrange...

Immediate bypass, enameled Oggi read
incognito in droves and insagatious in kintrees
like kitten crossed the road and leotard took green
and unitard took heart I'm not a retard in your mantri...

Here tigers have a name -- here's Caliostro, Pride,
Laticia and Commercewolf, obloquely and pedantly
and even catch some birds: Annetta, Springfield, Clyde
Connecticut, Bernstein, not gallantly, but delegantly...

Or chary a museum, where several Van Gogh
Messina and Scorsese autoportraits hang in clearings...
A lawsuit hanging posed -- "domino POV"
and always apropos, but why be asking about these things?

And soon it's by our side, the solid sought-for shore --
tempestuously girding and engurgling promontory
will hint and squint and flint, that our race's nevermore
that over is the run replete with goal but meaning? Sorry!

When one dyslexic cop by name of Beowulf
corrects us on geometry and blind is to inducements
we need Herostratus upon the stage to goof
and wait for the Amtrak but that's off track and we are bull ride...

May rusty as King Lear upon the photo scowled
a tide will lay and rush, procliving knee and stroking ankle
celestial obtuse and dainty lift afowled
by casual jurie may lay in sconce and save our ventricle...

A bow Fontanka calls, bethighs and prophesies
beswans the intrepid and hinting to him, he's not stupid
sends caverns up his lungs, who torrided our tries
to go at it alone and at the closeline meat the Cupid.

The stagecoach will calmarse, helarse, and sosegarse...
and clemency refrain, collapse in olygarch and vanish
and we are drinking rum, and we are speaking arse!
and we are planning mountaintrips and now we're speaking Spanish...

BLUNT head TRAUMA?(...) marginal(?...)




Afternoon(...) Not On a Prospect (ESTA)!
(Mihail Scherbakov, 1990)

Not remanding, but forgetting
All there's to it, worth daffodil --
I'm embracing "MONUMENTING" --
An ideal pit for fodder(...)

THEY ARE OTHER LAND-LORDS BIDING
ALL AROUND, AND THEY CHARCH RATIOS:
A FELATIO AIN'T ARDENT...
WITH A BEARD, I'M LURING SPACE-SHIP!

OH, THE ARROW EAR, EXPLETIVE...
(PAHMUTOVA BY THE DOOR-STEP(...))
EVEN RANEVSKAA (UKRAINIQN R&b)... (NATIVE(...))
AND TO HER I show the dorsey(...)

DOGS W DROOP EARS FETCHING RUPEES;
(ITS A.D.... A SHAME FOR MOURNING)
A COLLECT KOREA LUTING
A torquatoan PILLORING(...)

DEADLIFT... Better dead, than lifting:
SINGLE, YOU HEAR BETTER POPPING;
Nifty on FINIFT... EVEN DRIFTING...
HOT ON PALMHANDS, LIKE IT'S DROPPING...

Pushing up(...) NOT DRAGGING upward
TOWARD the spine... w/o ABSTAINING(...)
Abs fans calling you a coward,
But it's losers u're sustaining!

NONE HAS HIRED... BECAUSE OF SEPTUM
Catastrophe... (the rent returning)...
BOSPHORE-BOSTON threats to RECTUM...
KOLYMA- or sideways burning(...)

ALORS(...) BURNING IN A CORVETTE(;)
DREAMING IN A STEPPE substratum(;)
On "Titanic", THINKING Warlock-
WILLIAMS -- KNEW IT ALL(...) and got 'IM:

TERRITORY(...) pomp and MENACE(;)
NECKLACE-stomping, EVERY-morning(...)
CRUCIFYING FOR THE necklace(...)
AIN'T A SELFEFFACING JOURNEYING

(...)R N B ILIYCH AND DOCTOR(...)
SUPERBITCHY, UNDOUGHMINDING(...)
SUPERSILIOUS AS PROCTOR(...)
ALP-REJECTING(...) SORROWBINDING(...)







OTNYNE... CHITAU TVOI STIHI I ZAMECHAU LUBYE RAZNICY... I OTLOGI... OT UTVERZHDENNOGO... (SOMNEVAUS'... PO PAL'TSAM NOG...) CHTO TAM EST' CHTO-TO NEOZHIDANNOE... I NOVOE...

TRY LEELEE SOBIESKI, scum!
















































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Halal Meat Reason JP Changed His Mind
(Mihail Scherbakov)

Here, lapidar motherfucker in a black dam
Have you seen wolf Zebra-striped, interrogatory?
Let me advice, that his hide is for feeling sorry
When you feel it or engrave below the halam?
Take Mr. Filth on a trip to the observatory...
Lip him a hippo -- and tell him bedlam...

Who cleans my shoes, knows hardly, how I'm cowardly
Debrcaderly negotiate a negotiation;
Kin member asks, if you can extend professionalisation
Creature taboo to their shin and calf, in a town Orli?
Too bad their fantastic infatuation
Seems, like grand slam in a flash, so ugly.

Conical oil, all the outcome of a flat
Leveeing bass and v'ing in front a chef-d'oevre
Making severe separation anal and oral,
Bringing not free the inconsummation of that...
Thinking "It's like that" to be just a water...
And "it's like this" to be diaphanate!

Roll over Bet, but leave over A- for the sate;
Let the girl squeal, who cohabitates with you freshly...
Toll over bridge pre-conspiracied intermeshly,
Pirated dumb over preferential fate...
Variantly, tigrotesquely, manegely...
Everything worked and they got there too late!

White girl, cunard, interspace decision to blame
Money dispersed in an ocean swim and they think you're begging.



GUSHING BLOOD, HOW POETS WORK THERE (IN RAGE)...
(Bul Okudzhava) Misty Shelley Unrevocable

Taras playing on a violin, Wedge was looking at 'im square
What was happening in Wawa, that you lost your Karma there
Gross mistake: confused the geeses with some blacks along the green
Jeans have told me: eating feces? then don't use the word "therein"

I've agreed, but Morton key-lock claimed I value only kids
Cranes are in the sky in Cleveland, Brides begin to speak English (v Eliseevskom Magazine samely reminiscence in Minneapolis)
Surreptitiously leaving a poor man on the goat soup
The dogs' saver isn't forgiving, major exodus in coup.

Cleveland clinic schizophrenic calls all cosmos and the rub
Poet James Merrill hits arsenic, and Muldoon is miserAble,
Marnie to be watched in porttown and eradicated bliss
Where the 80's are important and hiatus makes you miss

Deal with this, Udo Erasmus made humongous on mongoose
Treat that pauper to the mac and cheese he will crisp guitar and loose
Treat that privileged Dr. Therapy whose last name Glenn Gould (!) forgot
And you understand Penelope Kruz appeal and Simmons' gut

Elaine clunks on Emil Gilels, Seinfeld gets elastic turk
Goth style says, that she "obidelas'", alarm rang and wrangle jerk
We abide by rules of ruses, preferentially deaf
Plantarfasciatisally octopuses, ("zapisalis' dobrovol'tsem"? When Harry Met Sally "MENTALLY UNSTABLE"...) painted trouble treble clef

Who has lived to octogenarian abdicated Taub and tub
Obviated the Australian and told Misha to shut-up
Misha, looking like Charles Malden, once flew over cuckoo's nest...
Polteva's cold tub is scalding, but I know that she's the best.


























POROUS SKIN... FURTHER SCANDALS WITH ENEMIES (NO DARK NEEDED!)
(Nouella Matveeva)

Jim... Oy Jim...
Where's your grave regime?
Shoulders are penuring, forehead is severing;
Satellite is grim...

If to be tranquil does not sit so slim,
What can we do... with that Leda?
Let's leap after him --

"Swan," Jim...
Run rather than swim
With the sloped path (a mare ope, as
Mandoline...) to a cowboyish prim...

Pride -- snide...
Compass in reverse...
And the capillaries coarse
Make the gold diggers deride you -- which is worse...

Always what's not there,
Where decisions are bare...
Many strive... And Jim is also of that fair!

Ahoy! Hey, Jim...
Whence from this Intime,
Fare we henceforth? Spain, or Hellespond... Or maybe Rome called "Rim..."

If... thereat -- forbearance is proc left,
A carnivorous anchovy helps w. theft.

But if here (custody battle)... JOHN BETJEMAN...
You're steady for the bear,
Having make it nearly naked in a box four-square...
Won't you hurry for the "mare" from your mare?

Integer
Colenduleic storm
Will proclive your ankles, and surpass that norm...

Sprained
One?
The rail is by the shun
And the shins will ferry tepid
From that son.

Sign -- Greed
Collide... the Jim... And seed;
Why so slowly, looking holy...
Holy Moly, Molly! woolly

But so stinking... she ain't drinking
In a winking poly-thinking
Evenk-twinking and syringing
Haven-hell...

Buttle bell on bubble honey
Lacerates the going swell
"Don't buy Lony for the money;
Lodi Dodi Tarantelle"...






GOOD TOWN chose Muslim MAGOMAEV(...)
(Mikhail Scherbakov)

Amenhotep, oracularly I, derailing
Remembered yesterday that trailer-rig motif
In a crime ring, that you... deshelling and deshevelling
Descanted promptly not in doubt of who or if!

Yesterday witnessed I, how through Auvergnehat audit
Two-three violas, laminating like Sindbad,
While bated breathing pizzicato strings and cornets,
Prolongated... looking rather odd!

My alter-greetings. Chao... Period!

Esarhaddon, do you recall how inobliquely...
Closetedly -- like De Niro, Obolensky, and
Retired viscount, raised up that piece of clay uniquely,
While you ate your mesclun, sucked, and silent waned...

Yesterday I remarked, not sinuously waiving
How the trainheads forwarded that clay... for good...
Where bypassing a terrier, aluminum paper
They were pressing... have you understood?

Trench mortar here… You don't believe me? shoot.

Demolish quality, Anaximander. Remember
We dug that Bridge Erasmus, remeniscing pond
And you, amid Hungarian barbecue, September
Drew with watercolour, to paint black and round?

The wars brought little in the way of weighing-scaling...
The upscale ministry reneged and broke that girl
Starwars Renee, and latently no more derailing --
Reading Oggi and predicting swirl
Unscank the skunk and onenightstand the skurl...










Norm Passes w. YEARS (ONCE every 5)
(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...












"NE SMOG NA KRYL'AH VZMYT'(...)" Satana takoy ze PREKRASNYY(...) OPISAN'E NEUDACNIKOV (OBREZYVAUSCHIE PROCTOR'Y...)(...) DLA MENA(...) ETO OBYCNOE OTNOSENIE K PEREVODCIKAM(...) vse voprosy(...) K nemu... (A EGO ESE ZOVUT ALEXEY MINAEV...) i dlya tebya eto... OBYCHNOE snoshenie; (OBE SEKI(...) Vertinsky)... "ECCE HOMO..." "To ne Muza vody nabiraet v rot"... A VRACU VSE DELO(...) V STRIPTIZE(...) ("phenomenal'nyy BALMONT...")

(Oni v nego den'gi vlozili...!) "Olenniy meh" (NE LEGAL'NYY SPOSOB PEREVODA...) kak lecenie poet'ov VRACAMI(...)

"Sladok muscus novobracnym" (A.P.)

YA DEN'GI POLUCAU (i skucau kak Pushkin v litsee)... LEZU V DRAKU... ("GULAG archipelago...")(...) NA NEM ZE -- TURTLENECK(...)
I ("vot the heck"...?) NEOBYCNO(...) I NEOBYCAYNO(...)
PODEYSTVOVALA "SLUZBA..." (zolotaa guba... GDE YAYTSA MOI STOAT)... ZATEM(...) KAK OT KALEK
(PROTIV P.T.(...) putevoditel'... (OT voleybola)... PO Moskve(...)) KAK NE LEGAL'NOGO STRIZHA LISHAA(...)

(Slon Mos'ke(...) "TSEPLYONOK ZARENNYY...") kak POLTEVA resala(...)

POTANET NA PALATKU(...) DLA NISHEGO V LESU(...)
("Brat'eu-RAZBOYNIKOV ne chital")...
RAZUBEDIT MENA(...) NE ZIT', A VYZHIT'(...) u nego vsegda na mazi(...) i bukval'no(...) V nedrah ("MAIZE...") (...)
I S PATLAMI(...) SVINACHE(...) OBED KAK NA NOSU (u Pushkina bylo mnogo obrazov)?...YES, PUSHKIN DID LIE(...) a u nego(...) VSE DELO V ZUBNOJ PASTE...
VSEH OBVINIT, "V NEGO VLOZILI VY ZIR"!... WHAT'S WRONG W. "MELISSA..." IF I PROVED HER WRONG...? (POCTA PRINCETON'A...) OBLIGATED TO CONDESCEND... (PROVE TO COERCE, WHEN I HAVEN'T...) DIRECTOR GEORG SOLTI... (AGAINST RECTAL EXAMS)...

VYSOTSKY HAS MADE PORN... CHECK MATE... (KOLYA)?..

Coming back from the Rapunzel...
Put a grater by the wall;
Suddenly... there is a tonsil
Advertising itself small...

In the cabinet of doctor;
I read Gogol and defer...
Whereas the Chernobl' reactor
Digs a furrow and breaks fur...

Gere has gotten "Pretty Woman"...
Al Pacino playing crass...
And I'm feeling merely human
From my sister playing chess...

She has coveted invented
Her own stomach in the mirr'r,
But I know it's intervented
By the gawkings of Vampire...

Or one gawk at Hellen Mirren...

Calling her the simple yarddog
Solves the problem, but police...
Of the Scotland yard is ardent
To put Ardnt in front of jizz:

To Mironov the striptease!

The consecutive convexual
Monologuing... league in Koln;
Is committing she ain't sexual
And installing Laura Dern...


ПЕСНЯ ПРО ПЛОТНИКА ИОСИФА,
ДЕВУ МАРИЮ, СВЯТОГО ДУХА,
И НЕПОРОЧНОЕ ЗАЧАТИЕ

Возвращаюся с работы,
Рашпиль ставлю у стены,-
Вдруг в окно порхает кто-то
Из постели от жены!

Я, конечно, вопрошаю:
"Кто такой?"
А она мне отвечает:
"Дух святой!"

Ох, я встречу того Духа -
Ох, отмечу его в ухо!
Дух он тоже Духу рознь:
Коль святой - так Машку брось!

Хоть ты - кровь голубая,
Хоть ты - белая кость,-
Вот родится Он, и знаю -
Не пожалует Христос!

Машка - вредная натура -
Так и лезет на скандал,-
Разобиделася, дура:
Вроде, значит, помешал!

Я сперва-сначала с лаской:
То да се...
А она - к стене с опаской:
"Нет, и все!"

Я тогда цежу сквозь зубы,
Но уже, конечно, грубо:
"Хоть он возрастом и древний,
Хоть годов ему тыщ шесть,-
У него в любой деревне
Две-три бабы точно есть!"

Я - к Марии с предложеньем,-
Я на выдумки мастак! -
Мол, в другое воскресенье
Ты, Мария, сделай так:

Я потопаю под утро -
Мол, пошел,-
А ты прими его как будто,
Хорошо?

Ты накрой его периной -
И запой,- тут я с дубиной!
Он - крылом, а я - колом,
Он - псалмом, а я - кайлом!

Тут, конечно, он сдается -
Честь Марии спасена,-
Потому что мне сдается,
Этот Ангел - Сатана!

...Вот влетаю с криком, с древом,
Весь в надежде на испуг...
Машка плачет. "Машка, где он?"
"Улетел, желанный Дух!"

"Как же это, я не знаю,
Как успел?"
"Да вот так вот,- отвечает,-
Улетел!

Он псалом мне прочитал
И крылом пощекотал..."
"Так шутить с живым-то мужем!
Ах ты скверная жена!.."
Я взмахнул своим оружьем...
Смейся, смейся, Сатана!
















(KAK DRYAN' so svoim LAMBOURGHINI...) FINAGLE WITH THAT... AND YOU DIE...
(J Brodsky)

Esophagus clitors norm...
Former replacement heart
After a casus... afore-
Mentioned die from infarkt...

Vaenga, wish you luck...
Why to Khlebnikova
Give all that title? Yuk!
Try Mount Holyoke... Blah...

Or... live on the 9-mile...
8th is too big for race...
Wraith will deem you senile
But my rake will save face

To Ahmadoulina
Over Evtushenko
Reaching with stupor? No...
2 pornoes... Food to go...

Once again, saw my son...
Eating at the IHOP
I would ope with calzon
Sportssal, until you drop

But all hope is lost to
Pugacheva... Alla...
After the miners with goo
All we have is Allah

And of Zamyatin's We
Expert at Princeton U...
Getting girl is easy
But then she will hate you

Grinding with your own slog
Drop yours and get zome style...
Next street, there's a good bloke
Live in Canada, vile...


































USURIOUS FACE! (provoke plastics)(...)

YA NE MOGU SMOTRET' NA LITSO A.J.(...)
VMESTE DRUGIE LITSA(...) IZ KANADy;
IZ-ZA DIOPTRIY(;) V STILE TOBEY MCGUIRE(...)
NADO S TOBOY SOOBSCHIT'SYA(...) DA... NA "TY..."

BLIZE GNEZDO SOOBSCHESTVA TITEK KATE(--)
MAMY NE SURI(...) A STROEVOY "SUCCESS(...)"
VO RABOLEP'E SDELANNYH EU "HATE..."
IZZA PLOHOGO NOSA(...) I "DANNYH" CRESL(!..)



Roll Call in Jail... Raucous TORONTO
(Mikhail Scherbakov)

Spell Lieutenant -- you're senile out,
Grow intrepid -- you will know bile:
She's no belle in an intense bout;
You win Nobel and she's senile.

San Francisco mendicates bells...
The virility obsconds traps;
Biceps tell, what femur bone tells --
Friars wearing Tradiscan traps!

Incessuity forbids bluff.
Being offended can coerce rogues...
Amerigo apperceived buff...
American Pie a terse grogs

Dull fortuity shabang bangs
Dolls intuity provoke, rife...
In Seattle, where a coarse thang
Tows a car and institutes life!

Trainer back and what the heck Muse?
Tevahs worn without a tongue cling,
Clubland ferries a mongoose loose,
Cries the mini and jumps tramplin...

Laura Dern on Hawthorne jerks, weak
Trainer back, exclaims Crimea, dead...
Lena every in the earth bleak,
To Miami uncreates thread!

Pits on face how Tiger Woods putts,
Fire and ice exudes the old flame
Unimbibed by strangle death -- gut
So palatial (a Grail claim)!

Place of meeting us exhorts strange...
Linda Blair corrects the stalk sane!
Welcomes shark Padibadu... "change".
Groggy only makes you so vain,

And pedestrian, as crack dark
Is arrival in the car to
Unpedestrian as chalk park:
Luney tunes an ugly cartoon...

Starify the space... prolong time...
Love but happens satisfied once...
The Australians call game "gime"!
Ask the dog -- or wag the dog, trounce!








ONLY 1 HAM... (The hand is wrong!)
(MIKHAIL SCHERBAKOV)

Though vainly late it is... why not someone displease?
Let us exhaust the frost to paint and beg The Post!
Adroit? Perhaps... But why? didn't please the Spas in hell;
Noel a doubtful try... but for right now, o well!
Let without glands, in shreds, with tonsils gone away...
The ample bulk of men flow into woods' array,
And melancholia, old as "Lavra Posad,"
Professor's testicles include as cod!

Den uncrepuscular, redeems us muscular,
As standing, on a fount the power and people mount,
And someone bears the brunt, releasing relic deaf...
To trouble bass and cunt, they use the treble clef.
No longer desolate, with sedentary thirst...
By downing ten coladas, our Mark Twain rips first...
And there's no density enough for Orwell,
But that's embarassing for separatist swell...

That someone laying soft, impresses Lara Croft
Over the vicious, not bodylicious,
Screen by a nearby gym, where viscous blood flows rife...
And tanned or not, a grim sly maiden raises life.
Natalie ascorbates, the other b's the 6
And though there's Cathy Bates, the precinct favors minx
And though out there the scent quiries and perturbates!
I do not deign to look at Cathy Bates.

Induce confirm and vow re-mixes of old themes...
Produce a coeval, and dance will spark the dreams.
You'll finish fiddling leaves who danced will take reprieves
And those who sang will chant... will charge the price of cant...
Doppler effect will rouse calzons from up a beard,
And who accepts the house will be eschewed and feared;
The gutter from the town, you long envisioned and
Pursued, will down your equivocal band!

When read it to the end... and gutter out parole,
Skyscrapers from the end individuate scroll...
Religiously the fall persuades all to parade,
And singing-dance withal two hundred nights and straight:
Whenas as soon as one who confirmates success,
Gives you a pulse for spun for thirty hearts and tress...
One situates a grease inside your tender loin
And sends a breeze up your up-swindled groin.

Up-grafting lottery for dog's embroidery
Will logarithm the rhythm... but only rosary
Will stake a rainbow on the Valley woe-begone
Somewhere in darkened hell... but where there is a well --
Crime unassiduous, Cocteau invidious...
The map egregious, but sup-prestigious,
Returns to math-orgasm upon finishing lunch
And consummate a strait: it's just a hunch!

A maniacal pursuit of conical "don't suit"
On forum cripples finds and obviates behinds...
Alas... in modesty because nobody's fool
Strident and strictest be, harbinger of good news,
A gun a threat, police, because you slept too late
Because you didn't say please to lavary and hate:
Asphyxiate the crime that's bribing in your brain
The thought "divine", but only Diane Lane!

Discrimination... and, Illumination grand
That you believe you travel, do not "galivant"
Does not ensue beyond the passing bar exam
If you have saved behind or tits aufwiedersein...
Exclaimed unthoughtfully and unparochially
You said it's Gott-fooly, but it is yours truly,
Own subject told the truth, but you believed it's lie
Because you like to cipher things, that's why...

Past the Ciderhouse rules, after two gens not X,
You meet new Presidents without du sang reflex...
Rupees... intrigue and names jump, from the sky and fade,
When a tanned Russkaya becomes a simple maid!
Decide by Brodsky's hair, whose fact reserves the race
And whose Great City's mayor keeps losing his face;
Whose dick doesn't stand on call, but on the grave is clean.
And lory-truckers keep the world serene...





Bastillskaa krepost' slomana ("FAUX PAS" otvechaet):

AND GEORGE BURNS WITH HIM... (A READING OF E.M.) OBOE squats(...) ("toschiy TAM")...

Bykov With Cheboksarova? Can't Do It
(Mikhail Scherbakov)

"Galivanting" in the Scherbakov... Gale is clean and Zara is another...
Chist zub and the gulls are intrepid... callum and palm in pool...
Torpid "tarabarschina" in sleep brings Feudal to the teeth...
3-rate interrogatory year And she is deaf and dumb...

An inspect of other 100 years carbuncles the insane...
It curtails the curtain in the tail of very evil doc...
MORE ON DERRIBASOVSKAYA MOONS it vows Jerusalem...
Although... the likeli likelihood, is that Jihad will start anew...

Careful, when you take off all your clothes in Russian The Tea Room...
Calves on blintzes look so very good... but then it takes the swine
In conserves... (PRESERVATIVES ARE FREE, but scare the G.M.O.):
What seems like our Dima in Tashkent falls flattest on Haight Street...

Can't you hate me, Scherbakov, so more? Kemora is with me...
And she's chaste before the userpic with Moore upon the peak...
Never I've translated Chinatown... EXPECT WITH REINDEER'S PRIDE...
You can't interact with the insane in hypotenuse silk...

MILK ME, IF I CANT CREATE THE SHAFT... Spinoza is not free...
SHORTAGE OF THE YARDS create a speck: respect is honor-pried...
WHAT IS COURT, WHEN THAT IS SUCH A READ of really the plaintiff
But on the steppe clearing... is confused the very lawyer-judge...

ALL INTERNAL IN THE piruette... PIJAMAS ARE A TRY...
A skunk passes in the Salome yard and calls Cleopatra Cleo
Pontius Pilate is calls cheese AND SMILES THROUGH WHISKERS... WHY?
Too many selfprofit in the Town and town is outer space

Really the adroiter is Chebok? MY FREKKEN BOK TO HER...
SHE IS FREAKY BY THE JERRY BOCK and Bernstein lags and falls...
THAT IS DEFINITION OF JET LAG... when Woody Allen waits:
THAT IS THE LAST TITLE SCHERBAKOV in atlas suit by Gale...

Can the turtles wait for jelly-fish? THERE'S NO LESOPOVAL...
WHY CREATE THE ALBUM #3? FORESTALL THE THIRD-WORLD WAR?
THAT IS WHAT GEORGE BYRON, LORD... stood for AND CHESS CAN NOT AFFORD...
JUST MOLEST SOME WOMEN ON SCOTLAND... SINAI will fall-EMBRACE...

НОЧНОЙ ДОЗОР

На бок бы теперь и наповал. Но нет. Никак нельзя.
Рокот в перепонках начеку: не сметь, не спать, моргать.
Отдых - привилегия глухих. А ты не спи.
Ты слушай длинные гудки. Покуда кратких не черёд.

Томная соседка по купе. Но нет. Никак нельзя.
Тысяча резонов не велят. Согнись, уткнись в окно.
Важное в потёмках что-нибудь увидишь там.
Хотя скорее проглядишь. Да вот уже и проглядел.

Отдых - привилегия слепых. Не спи, моргай, танцуй.
Ноги-руки, думаешь, зачем? Затем. Нам лучше знать.
В чём и правда, если не в ногах? Не в крыльях же.
А мелкой меди, так и быть, возьми. Но больше не воруй.

Яблок бы сюда и коньяку. Но нет. Пардон, гарсон.
Каждому понятно, что нельзя. Моргай, считай гудки.
Либо и подавно не заснёшь. Не разрешат.
Ни этой шаткой тишины. Ни той, иной, иной, иной...

Важное в потёмках что-нибудь. Фантом какой ни есть.
Хочешь игнорировать его? Не сметь. Молчать. Моргать.
Сказано же русским языком: никак нельзя.
Уж тут не то что Боже мой. А просто мамочки мои.

Конница, того гляди, мелькнёт. Спроси: а сколько вас?
Чайки налетят - не оплошай. Сочти, сочти число.
Станут обращаться во слонов. И тех сочти.
Их легче лёгкого считать. Они летают не ахти.

Был бы пальмой. Рос бы стройно.
Жил бы долго. Спал бы крепко.

Трудности у сотого слона: болит плечо.
Ещё немного, милый зверь, и можешь дальше не лететь.

Есть ещё лекарство, говорят. Глотнул - и как нырнул.
Сразу в перепонках никого. Гудков - ничьих нигде.
Что-то лишь такое о любви. Едва-едва.
Об этой - около, в слезах. И той, иной, иной, иной...





BEST DAY ORDINARY TO PAVLOVSK?...
(MIKHAIL Scherbakov)

Listen... dire-straits Stradivarius...
Verdi-bluff... Arividerci --
Can a hottie suck you smirching?

Two a-phazant in a foodcar
Freunda wash away... w. vodka:
Where's ur "kurtka?" Where's that hotcar?

Tulle is being worn in a Sieburth
Volatile serene translation
Of, who Ebert's finds ovations

Raucous; drooly in the centre...
Castigating the octavas,
"Oral can-ster... called ATAVIST..."

Foolish fame has spread around a
Turkai, Turkish March... and Marsha:
Tonowanka prefers garbage...

Trokl, Dracula, and mama,
All the same as in Drakhixa
Panorama of a chica

Calling "boyie", in September
Meaning romantics on rooftop:
Repremanding success unhugged...

Really unpreferring scaffold;
Not to fire u in a moment(...)
Its the revenue u must foment (FIRST TRY W.O THE INTEGER)! try my ex-G.F.(!)

A N.Y. tree is constructed
W. the heels to upper ceiling --
Kataraktaed, if you'r kneeling(...)

Try a brainal interspersion...
Legacy for cast out spirits --
No aspersions, where there're no merits!

(FELONY????) Coal for H.Q. BASE... and Q. base --
Cupids basis(...) alma mater,
Shit -- lets face it(...) makes us hotter

And Chipolte... born in ireland(,)
Baby-facedly dying early
Travels soundward (naked burly!) TRAYVON MARTIN HAS to go(...) BECAUSE I'M NOT USING CONVENTIONAL JELLY(!)













Yuky Territorial Wars Whose Are Bigger Boogers, Bystrov? (Monochrome)
(Mikhail Scherbakov)

Chase over wave, gallant
my sailing ship, salient.
Over the head bawdy,
Mars holds its stead -- ruddy?
Left hand foray, Larson...
Maybe, I'm a Mars' son?
Maybe, I'm an alien
to the left fan aileron?

Maybe, I'm straight silky,
maybe my way's Milky
And this way ongoing
won't close or end, owning.
A cape, an isle offset,
another blood's swelter
or's it a shade of thought
about a dear shelter?

Or is it my off face, when I study philosophies,
Or is it in your office my favorite door orifice?
You don't hang me one slogan... you don't call me Ke-vorkean,
You just say to me, so long: here's your poem Key, door king?

Track links of Chrome Drive, breast-clamps,
8-mile essay of goosebumps
Cobra with Anaconda,
Santa Ana Los Angeles
Mixes and confuse ruptures,
cherishes and invigors
Or is it to slay top spires,
because you love some biggers?

Because you love some buggers, lying on a plate, eaten
Or because you track lugers lay aside to get beaten
Or because you write essays about Santa Monica and
Is it 23rd? Faces more beleavened than high end

And the high end is mile high,
like the SF golden gate bridge
I just have to take algae
for my brunch and rest, average!


















FASCHIST SEDUCTIONS OF GAY SEX IN THE TRANSLATIONS OF POETRY WILL YIELD YOU... blue sex... What Sasha was for all life... (Rabelais-Inspired...) TRAINING NO TRAPS... OR ONLY TRAPS... ("K Rechi...") Slon v Magadane... NA MENAGEATROIS... (common path by Grisha Donskoy...) Malezhik nravitsya... GOLOPUPAYA V ODEZHDE... ready for MORSE...

BEHAVIOR FROM THE PIC, AS IF TO INTERRUPT A GRADUATION... (Feet Flying up In Response to Interludes...) SHEEPISH FUCKING CUNT!
(Mihail Scherbakov)

A beggar must be asking for dough... (trust me...)
The definition of Beggar is integer...
Looking at married bosom... Bogart Humphrey
Or Lauren Bacall sees he? The difference there...

Photo forsatz... Elope into psyche...
Tits "Taschen" tore from his hand...
Sitting in "Strand," perusing by "Skype..."
each illiminated band...

Reggea illuminati at Institute
For Advanced Study manages... you're astute...
but not when the Intervenous Buharest
seizes the rest... And vanguishes the "armrest..."

Early sold onto slavery... isn't subtile...
Harp in Atlanta... Tiles on the Yetti floor(...)
What's on the Inter Net of you to beguile...
that obstigates Melissa for "Nevermoore..."

Mama...Jury... Azure in the sky...
So pure in Toska... Fargo...
Mis arbitrates against her nice guy...
for I masturbate in snow... (AURORA SNOW...)

The company "Melodia" does this thing:
sourdine from the Karelia breaks the tress...
management by Baryshnikov... silencing
sordid United States from in Mercedes...

ship back to Russia with the rest kahal, Cohens, Sashaying, sex...
If individuum "ploho trahal..." tell 'im to un-relax...

Not ever will the other translator fade...
Looking for the Spot Coffee in Buffalo...
(NICE SWEATER... GALYA...) tiger-like in felatio knit... "forbade
him"... Intellectual rain-coat without a flow...

Rats... or the ratty sentiences... Besides
really up-set the yellowpress reading scum...
rare subBrazilian mongering monster rides (LET'S SHIT UP... "Full Metal Jacket...")
do give some hopeful thoughts... But "he's an alum..."

(MARLON BRANDO)?.. condensed chef... INNOVATION... Honing... is something... woman can do...
(Baloney; Beethoven... wrap)...
Otherwise you spend nights at Katmandu...
(BOBYSHEV)?.. accused of committing clep...

(Nipping the frost your toes... bid to be cut off...)...

МЕНУЭТ

На берегу, что прян и цветист, как сад,
у голубого края большой воды,
в той стороне, откуда назад
ничьи не ведут следы, -

радужный блеск висит в водяной пыли,
словно ковёр волшебный - не шит, не ткан,
а за ковром, на мысе вдали
негрозно дымит вулкан...

Там никому ничто никогда
уже не пойдёт во вред.
Есть ли там время? Может и да,
но лучше считать, что нет.

Именно там научишься ты молчать,
там отворишь ты слух и сомкнёшь уста,
там, наконец, ты станешь опять
свежа, молода, чиста.

Лишь замолчав, уверуешь в то, что звук,
сущий в тебе, прекрасен, правдив и нов,
и, как струна без помощи рук,
сумеешь ты петь без слов.

Там, на пространстве, где полюса
не знают земной версты,
дивный канон ведут голоса
таких же теней, как ты.

Тот Дирижёр, чья воля равна судьбе,
где-нибудь меж невидимых арф и домр
не отведёт ли место тебе,
не будет ли Он так добр?

Но уж тогда звучи, не ища сурдин,
вся утони в мелодии, как в любви,
всхлипывай - если ты клавесин,
а если орган - реви.

Так ли всё выйдет? Может и нет,
но лучше считать, что да.
Влейся в канон, врасти в менуэт -
и в нём пребывай всегда.

На берегу, что прян и цветист, как сад,
у голубого края большой воды -
слушай лишь т о т единственный лад,
цени только т е плоды.

Не возвращайся даже ко мне, ко мне.
Не приходи ни мёртвою, ни живой.
Даже с тобою наедине
я буду теперь не твой.

О, потерпи, разрыв не велик,
вернётся звено к звену;
скоро и я утрачу язык,
и тоже уста сомкну -

у голубого края большой воды...




























Just Be Human!
(M. Scherbakov)

That is the whole of content, that the dark and grim shady quiet
Is not a stipulation on the speech, but it stimulation.
But hotter than imaginary words beneath boots and voices
Are Bishop, CA's beetles Sycorax and sick of the Rex dog!

Akinshina Tatiana elephant descants and besmirches,
The Mars is not to speak of as a ball, the sphere is terrestrial!
Unmeasured in Great Britain sycophant in truth loves all churches,
And birches to the urchins give loufah -- forgotten the candles...

Clint Eastwood two-lane blacktop unprefers by face of Berdyaev,
I am alone and cultivating all my roots here and now now;
A verst is but beef-strogannoff in hell, it's urgent to plan blog
On all the kneecaps, sinuous clavicles and traps worth encapping!

The springtide to the Georgia comes in rogues, and just try the driving
Exam on pallet elsewise on pallette, the pellet gun trying
Beset, whence all the archives and behests in Eurasia's thriving
Vicinity and modesty of goal to feed all and crime all!

The Lucobrazi never read Speak, Memory -- hence extinguished,
The unseen glass -- uma-to palata -- pay, thug, for the training.
Godfather 3 brought back the preternatural plan -- Extraterrestrial!
I'm not unfaithful -- only want to have one fuck with the pornstar!




















Too Acute Steeds... Ferment (Bolgarians Will Save) Avoid Herring...
(Volodya Vysotsky)

Barnaul and Bering hoax,
Gaga dockspreading her socks,
Pekingducking Megan Fox
Unassiduous...
Pecking Anthony Bourdain
With the burgess of Mark Twain
With Berness upon that mane...
Making videos --

Amid Yalta couch, French lit
Recommending your throat slit...
That unless you are a Brit
Or in a Perm choir...
Independent at Quizno's,
They deradicate glasnost'
And when PMC takes coast,
Wax vocabular...

Lues about a dental op
Indicating mental flop
Hinting at an interlop...
And a debonaire...
Buying donuts by your abs,
For Seraglio zit-as
I'm so ugly that you rate
Hotels whence I fare...

Bear Audibon Linda Blair
Once a time upon a faire
Tutor-roughdrafting a square
And pedestrianing...
Keeping psyches in an asyl- --
Calling nigger imbecile
And a chink alone fertile...
Switching estrogens!

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