This a киса

(Адаптация стихотворения Егора Сергеева "Кот глядит на меня")


This a киса
ogling me, as if admired,
sired serenity passed and futured,
a hired
bravo mercifully butchered
by self-defendants, namely
this киса, and that,
i the cat.
Stare
pointed at
the centre of the image, or
the closest we can get,
and in the getting, lose,

unwild, unwind, on a plane to bind the duo reflections of а one, like a two-way mirror in my loo Zoom in and out in and out, in what you might see by way of a bidding lot But me, me and the beast in your eye, stare at each other, not getting either, or both. The other end of my cigarette explodes there where the tag reads 'jump', you know the way them Fort Bragg kids do when they practice Obedience. Boot in, and boot out, in and out, and in. What sort of a cat, any breed any kind, size big enough to please the King, so heave to, it's a two-prong heart attack of a one caught in mid-air performing this role reversal cat-and-mice game, at a time deemed just right for someone who blows the pipe, to up, and blow it. No need to complete the incomplete, it's complete.


* Bravo – наёмный убийца.


13 октября 2020 г.