I am naked on the floor
Morning sunshine draws pictures on my back.
Shoe polish in my hand
My lips are dry and I need a drink.
My head is empty
I threw everything away
And filled my scull with smell.
I lay on the floor with eyes wide open
I am observing my white ceiling.
I don’t want to move
Because it is going to bring a change.
My perfect circle is a little shabby
And I don’t care what you are going to say.
I’ll take a sip from the glass
You know that liquid helps dissolve a stale brain.
Sound of the street does not bother me at all
I plugged my ears with wax
‘Cause I already heard all I need to hear.
I lay naked on the floor
Moon’s shadow on my back.
I am well... I think now I am preserved,
I don’t care what is coming to me...
November 14, 1996
wrt: Andrey Prudnikov
I am naked on the floor
© Copyright: Андрей Прудников, 2007
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