a bull goes, sways,
sighs on the go:
- oh, the board ends
now i will fall
long road on the autobahn roundabout
marker strip - a dead man's cardiogram.
- we passed here today.
- really?
according to Heraclitus, it was us - others, sit down.
we have traveled all over the infinite eight,
but somewhere there must be her final echo,
and soon you can find yourself in rome
because all roads lead to Rome early or late
there the colosseum amphitheatrvm flavium
bloomed with a dusty bud in the old city.
the houses were named trees, they were populated with fauns.
but who will now cut the Gordian knot?
the road makes a loop, tying the hands in a knot.
from the endless turns the head is spinning
and starting each phrase with excuse me,
I didn't want to be forgiven. I lied.
the resin of the hair runs down the spine to the ground,
antique profile riveted eyes - all to one
we have become old, so the grandchildren have already begun to turn green,
everything is confused: the voice is playing and the bassoon is singing.
I know all the patterns, you won't surprise me,
there is a maid with a copper vase on a cast-iron head,
and admires: ah, black squares! Bravo! bis!
and I will note - before Malevich, they were painted by Alphonse alle.
but old age is a series of rectangles, not squares,
screenshots of film noir without subtitles, in Chinese.
I want to see heaven, just without suicide, okay?
God is an intelligent shepherd dog - he is trained by cunning.
years long and boring (like these lines)
but how else to write letters to the past?
r.s. I finished the letter, even though I had crumpled it up before.
p.p.s. call the shepherd, tomorrow I'll throw myself under the peregrine falcon.
There is no peregrine falcon, there are only autobahns.
and on them a queue, on-the-go, electronic.
thank you navigator: "go infinitely straight ahead"
road arteries are clotted
down the drain the prisoner of the castle if the prison left the prison,
there is a matryoshka in the matryoshka - there is a bigger prison,
would call the hotline, but grin crookedly,
fell to the ground in powerlessness, cringed his back.
be humane, allow euthanasia:
"you can kill others, but not yourself"
so, you can go to the bathtub to take a blade in your hands,
and swim, although you shitty sinbad.
the audience wanted the culmination of the philistine plot,
some kind of denouement, but the drama is
that you can endlessly beg for more,
only why do you need it? you are not ready for it.
a bull goes, sways,
sighs on the go:
- oh, the board ends,
now i will fall