Prelude to copulation

a thousand times
all people are people
prelude to copulation
shout to the wind
without booze
'shirka' with traces of blood
was given

     a thousand times
...it happened a thousand times!
poured vodka on the floor,
throwing a train ticket out the window
into the wind
called HIM

i've seen it a thousand times

     all people are people
very narrow in the hospital
aisles,
and in communal apartments always ...
I understand - this is the embrace of God-Spirit,
Amen

think me right -
in diversity, in type
"we are all not-powerful",
in type -
we are all humans

     prelude to copulation
eyes roll on cheap linoleum...
Is this a prelude to copulation

"fuck off!, I give to anyone ... out of principle ..."
it's worth nothing!

     shout to the wind
I guess you hear too
these voices
vague as after a dose ...

they "shout to the wind" / Leskov
they say we don't exist

     without booze
one poet wrote in detail
How is he:
stared out the window, did not smoke -
there was nothing
and there was no booze...
that someone was knocking on the window
stupid little thing
and from this type it was easier

     'shirka' with traces of blood
remember, then I did nothing
spoke,
smiled crookedly
boldly poured,
'jinked' thong harness -
like I'm holding out
... this night duel,
this stinking smoldering bull,
this 'shirka' with traces of blood

     was given
a monument was erected
'khuj' you will understand to whom and for what ...
like it should have been

it was necessary to dilute the powder
cold non-boiled water

they were given
love and die