As soporific life!
As a revelation sleepless!
L can melancholy smash
On the bridge caissons?
Where iron night rounded up
Droplet accumulation signal,
And sobs shakes stars
The apocalypse bridge,
Binding, chain collapse
beams, ribs, rails and sleepers.
Where, reeling, served
Arms, falling, sing.
from the clutches, and – again,
Do not get tired of repeating.
Where suddenly plunged probe
In the face erupted petrol
and stayed, as a tan,
On the blunt ends of the cigars…
This fiery tulip,
Field fire begonias
Greedily sniffing the crowd,
shading her.
And burn, in shame,
anthers, softer tapes,
every fifth – engineer
and students (intellectuals).
I'm not familiar with them.
I was sent by God to torment
himself, relatives and the,
Which torment sin.
near Kiev – sands
And splashed tea,
Adhering to the hot foreheads,
Burning of classes.
near Kiev, among
sands, like boiling water,
How to be removed by fresh trail
compress, as edema…
chug, Arts, heat
Do not dilute the pines.
Thunderstorm sticks in the woods,
As vsazhenny ax.
But where is he, drovorub?
Until then, whom? What
Trail to go to the depot?
put passengers,
give Up, whistle,
That served as soot
A moment later a desert.
market, irradiation
Esprit night and darkness,
A day in the dry Spiro
Scream and saw a half-day.
going, and spare
heard, how vskhnyk,
And they began to fade
Cluck and mattresses.
I'm not familiar with them.
I was sent by God to torment
himself, relatives and the,
Which torment sin.
“my grade”, kefir, menado.
to weep, to me
Not so much to,-
Quite flies in the window.
Ohlynet field of vision,
With the swipe nabezhit,
From pig in horseradish,
As with sleepy rye.
to weep, to me
by end, so from editorial
drawn tobbacco
I fell barbecue Nick.
To clicked with ring
Crossbill on chancelleries
And the clouds in cucumbers
Desperately fought a duel.
That afternoon touched the
his sleep: in the afternoon quake
At the call kvizisan
Table empty presences,
And on his forehead in the heat
Trickled through the raspberry bushes,
Where – greenhouses shine,
Where – Clinic white hull.
I'm not familiar with them.
I was sent by God to torment
himself, relatives and the,
Which torment sin.
perhaps l? this afternoon
Now, farther south province,
No cheese, you will not, not hungry,
Blazhenstvuet, rival?
Here is stuffy, excess,
station thief, Vahland,
Follow with a neighboring cherries
Embroidering angel?
Sea is blue dots,
AND, nizyas, Shadow seedless
throws, a handful of a handful
Yzmuchennoy shirt?
perhaps l? Those here willow –
They were driven from the rail gates –
Run into the arms of a diva,
Turned to the giddiness?
Outsource per night,
From the porch sigh essences
And threw hosting
towels gust?
See the shadow of the hazel
Stone foundation?
learn day, burnt
With sunrise on a date?
Why stubborn melancholy,
Going over trifles?
We recall,
And drives the rails switchman.
