Lost form of love

not important
Pasternak's silence
plot cancellation
lost form of love
nerve pills
inattentive glance
alarm in the Kremlin
buying a poet
pasta with jam
squeaky pipe
return of inspiration
sidewalks with poets
poetry as code
mindless generosity
on top of terror
perfect death
long artificial life
what to sing
lack of money
particle "how"
critics' passports
heart complaints
lightness of mind
snow purchase
thinking about time
after the massacre of words

     not important
enthusiastic willingness to adopt,
grimacing, trading underpants ...
Is 8 kopecks a lot or a little?
when the street betrays itself
what is left?...
.................
as he writes now "not-important"?

     Pasternak's silence
beauty does not care for a long time
beats are beaten mechanically and
logical connection required
...............................
around aesthetic misunderstanding ...
does it mean to be silent?

     plot cancellation
not with your gait, without a hat
often approached the written
- "and did not enter" ...
..............
content without a plot is what it is
poetry

     lost form of love
the instability of life, one might say -
disorder: excited
station buffets,
glasses thrown on the table
petunias on the windowsill
......................
festivities as a form of love
lost

     nerve pills
"blue pills of nervousness"...-
they are washed down with melted sky with
slimy foams of low cloudiness
and lilac-mineral twilight
in the second session
................
everything except by chance, without language

     inattentive glance
poetry is a sign of loneliness
in the "ecstatic room" with
Viennese chair, whistling
crooked picture and
shadow whining underfoot
.........................
lines that are wet from the rain by not-
attentive look

     alarm in the Kremlin
fun sea dweller chase!-
complex blue lines
vibrate...
successive crashes on
each station
.................
"in the Kremlin they continuously beat the alarm",
until Trotsky forbade

     buying a poet
she scratched the wallpaper and fanned
cigarette butts...
Curious, I waited...
besides, she didn't have an address!
...............................
like a lamp post with an annoucement
on the purchase of a "educated poet"

     pasta with jam
the manuscript is a tray in drunken hands...-
pasta with jam...
......................
instant photo always lies!-
I am one-eared, I listen
crooked grass Van Gogh,
stumbling about the stones of words

     squeaky pipe
dictated by physiology,
taken by her hand from
swing-carousels of life,
from a squeaky pipe and drum...
...............................
I pull out the drawers one by one -
nowhere...

     return of inspiration
easy walking after
supervised prayer vigil
little by little, a twisting candle,
after the insomnia of the last stanza...
................................
unformed longing -
before inspiration returns!

     sidewalks with poets
jumping from tram to tram
before visiting Lunacharsky
...............................
the pavements are full of poets again,
preinfarction...

     poetry as code
Need advice from neighbor's cat
or a mysterious mouse, because
people are sly and ask for too much
for breaking the habit
"compassionate senselessness" ...
...............................
windows are best remembered,
their number and appearance...
it looks like code if
leave only vowels, prepositions and
"terms without sum"

     mindless generosity
the piece you always want to go to
come back to fix the existing
a trifle, maybe a word or
slope of the green roof, maybe -
senseless generosity

     on top of terror
terror will resume
justified by immortal "sinfulness"
but in fact - a revision of the kitchen
communal boundaries and graphics
access to public areas
......................
and, as usual, at the very peak of terror -
boundless calm

     perfect death
silly moths with furry
feet
... the truth is not named, elusive,
but moths are already burning -
perfect strict death
.......................
I write little, shit
never reread

     long artificial life
futility of intentions and
obligatory violation of the meaning ...
what else?
perhaps flirting with death,
bestowing
paradoxically long life in art

     what to sing
freedom unnecessarily,
while you must...
as long as the missing objects get in the way
need a deaf, mysterious life
...............................
and be sure to sing -
Marseillaise, International,
Get up a huge country

     lack of money
lack of money hangs upside down
like an entomologist a butterfly
in pollen like a dome of a temple
.........................
and wait for the world to be in sync
will tip over
taking this state for a game

     particle "how"
plant confusion...
... life without everyday life
like the rats
only politics and ritual
preference,
like the futurists
.................
... got sick of the particle "how"

     critics' passports
in cul-de-sac word-staining pedo
gogics
critics are Wagnerian excited,
thrown pieces of meaning and
foreign passports

     heart complaints
walking along the border
to be naked with summer moths,
temporarily feel with the left shoulder
right,
heart muscle complaints

   lightness of mind
I am a missed opportunity
to be you...
so the moment competes with eternity,
and feathered with freshwater
.........................
easy to live and easy to write:easy-
mentality

     snow purchase
forms play, medium
readers prancing on wooden horses
...................................
... here are letters from the pre-trial detention center
and stocks of sweet-
frozen potatoes
...................
black rags of snow,
"chaotic frost"

     thinking about time
wish to see the city
from an airplane
are singles visible in the windows -
shower negatives cropped
carelessly, to the navel...
.................
what does the air think about time?
they are somewhat similar - both are and are not

    after the massacre of words
woman - "mood toy"
... but the official obeys, has a rank
in front of him is a large clock and
broth in a faience cup...
the official breaks toys, he is half-happily
laughing...
..........
the further, the more necessary -
sobering up after the massacre of words