Little life

blues of the night
turn out to be a cat
instead of lunch
sperm possibilities
sad air
earth approach
cherrystone
and a bit more
internal bleeding
jews and horses
to end
old fagot
without pants
slowly
I need
a hundred times yes
die on the train
Monday night
scavenger strike
little life

      blues of the night
live in the night
day is a stupid gymnastic exercise:
the rule of law, the power of constipation...
to each in his own way
shitty
have to put up
I don't want

     turn out to be a cat
going home but
somehow unsure
home is also a trap
like a 'coldyr' or fool
....................
you live all night
and in the morning you turn out to be a cat

     instead of lunch
free, free
instead of dinner...
get moving:
every day is like a new life
...............................
lost time
sometimes comes back

     sperm possibilities
cancer search puzzles
and a side view of the genitals
...................
cum reminds
about the possibility of love

     sad air
doctors smile
more comfortable for the eyes
look down
I have two socks on one foot
night leader -
why don't you drink?
passing from life to life...
why it always comes the night?
no one for a week
in an empty box
sad air
like the look of a young prostitute
dead ends of a dirty street
I've been down for a long time
you will know when i come...
all I do is move
.................
change position, natural
they say they are looking for us...

     earth approach
it's the dance of the careless flies
I don't understand why they need it
unbuttons his shirt
like a zombie
yesterday it was too late
but the spiders warned
and then the earth came closer...
..............
damn this
endless blues
heels don't touch the floor...

     cherrystone
i always look
on long trains
long life is boring
tell everyone
that I don't love you...
look for me in the hospital
lop-eared...
first seconds and first
notes
step back respectfully!
cherrystone...
where are the good roads
expensive?
being poor is expensive and
hopelessly
fourth degree misunderstanding
nightfall

     and a bit more
I hear, I listen
it makes a lot of sense
as in sobriety and loyalty
promise me to come back
I will wait until the morning
and a bit more
.................
please let,
I want to scream too...

     internal bleeding
freedom has fallen upon us
from the turret of a rusty tank
I believed until the very end
the chicken grew up, but did not become
big
internal bleeding
you will lie to me
about a forgotten cigarette
in a crumpled pack
...............
this night
I love everyone

     jews and horses    
jews and horses
crooked lipstick on lingerie
and the same line of the nose
... it will be as always,
but do not believe as usual
just a moment
warmly...

     to end
live without a refrigerator
in cold warmth
in a trickle of water from a faucet
crystal truth
keep to the right:
travel by freighter
creosote soothes like bromine
cold shadows...
.........
do you have to be angry?
yes, sure -
to end...

     old fagot
old fagot, calm down
everyone runs a red light
sleeping on the floor and
kissing mice
in the spout button...

     without panties
fart, mother
'tyrk-tyrk', dad
shoot me -
I'm back without panties...

     slowly
pain goes away
how do you put on your swim trunks
as I sip port wine
like our souls
move into cats

     I need
leave only
crumpled stetson
and bitten
harmonica
we spin
as they can only
old whores
reliable source
legends
...............
forget "I want"
remains "I need"

     a hundred times yes
only when you get medicine
get a chance to walk
and breathe
.........................
going out into outer space
when the rocker wheezes
when the bluesman sleeps on the drums
when you say yes
and yes again
a hundred times yes

     die on the train
my soul breathes
the soul does not eat and does not sleep
she only breathes
dirty and loose
dying on trains
they get kicked out
at full speed
and bullshit remains bullshit
and twenty years later...

     Monday night
fast food as always...
little elephant smiling
still would -
social cleansing!
watch the cars burn
on Monday night
......................
run to me
losing barefoot

     scavenger strike
slow sound fade
nearly decapitated head
clown beating the drum
nuns walk in step
steal thought from Nietzsche
barefoot in a yellow sari
you jump along the wall
'mnogoetagki'...
hands slipping out of sleeves
blink me that you will be mine
I will give a big cotton hare
don't be shy about bare boobs
it's just a scavenger strike
this is not the end...

     little life
live up to the turmoil
to fiery freedom
to mounted police
and the singing of the crowd
risk every day
small life
the living can scream
scream, plaster angel!
everything is allowed
if you are silent
and then they fly off
light transparent bombers