Last bullet

living bedspreads
janitors of the universe
chocolate demand
flying caps
smelly heaven
bad
at the gates of heaven
scary 'malyava'
remember everything
the carelessness of a young veteran
'GRU' colonel
last bullet

     living bedspreads
flourishing art of quarreling -
another failure of immortality?
......................
wipe away the blood, sweat and tears,
and the bedspreads move as if alive

     janitors of the universe
baby, cat...
where does this cruelty come from?
fat lovers
daisy lovers
only born twice
two by two?
mountain gorillas are starving
and we are the janitors of the universe ...

     chocolate demand
life is a chain of accidents,
but imaginary life is not
.........................
altered consciousness rebels
and wants chocolate

     flying caps
haven't slept on the stairs in a long time
haven't pissed in the garbage chute for a long time
this is old age
the stench of betrayal
the value of the last floor!
mold is insignificant
die in three-room apartments
caps fly
fly if you can

     smelly heaven
spleen
shooting at the outgoing
interlaced rails
....................
your paradise stinks of urine

     bad
poetry is extra energy
or scraps of the soul
................
smells like feet...
change like an electric shock
I'm dying, but I'm writing
..............
40 years of vers libre to
said "good?.."
psychopath, unshaven -
what I feel?
rusty blonde smiling
through me
hierarchy is reborn
public toilets are empty
and "eternity - spiders in the corners..." /Dos

     at the gates of heaven
flying saucers take away
lucky ones
trying not to be seen
and paddy wagons come at night ...
.........................
'stage' squatting
like at the gates of heaven

     scary 'malyava'
in the evening, "on a horse"
baby came:
the tower shines for you,
Altai Cossack...
'mow' -
go under yourself, bite
and so live...
and you said -
listen to the wolves hunt...

     remember everything
behind the sound of glass
peripheral vision - it's you ...
yesterday you were making tea...
'cocks' in faggots have already gathered
around you
around what was you...
I understand so -
in the morning, and most likely at night
you remember everything...

     the carelessness of a young veteran
right? is it like an autobiography?
maybe the dialectic of the Nyaya Vaisheshikas?
or diarrhea?
... the ominous aria of the toilet bowl -
the dregs of culture stink
.......................
it's not an idea
this is the carelessness of a young veteran
... the PAZ door opens
and the funeral team falls out
on the 'zhmurik' man's shoes on the wrong foot
and favorite raspberry jacket

     'GRU' colonel
after Afghanistan,
after communal
and the sculptor's studio, where
the models kept warm in men's underpants,
after the dancing boards of the river pier
somewhere in the land of the Khanty,
after the ferocious dogs of the Altai Old Believers,
after lead apron
at a uranium mine
and Blagoveshchensk prison, inside which
another prison
with a transplanted brain
without three fingers...
....................
tell me about diamond
placers of Angola
and the power of Tibetan stones...

     last bullet
life is a mission
possibly an imitation
do not give to those who ask, and do not
open to those who knock:
they tell you - God does not care about us
.................................
I saw those black walls
convicts fell without air
thieves stuck to muzzles
......................
not fack brains, critics
poetry is not a stinky pad
this is the last bullet