Could you – Vladimir Mayakovsky

I immediately blurred the map of everyday life,
splashing paint from a glass;
I showed on a platter of jelly
slanting cheekbones of the ocean.
On the scales of a tin fish
I read the calls of new lips.
And you
nocturne play
we could
flute downpipes?

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