Gymnastics for gnomes

good luck
not that revolution
circular
son of poverty
cargo years
mother of what?
'liao'
equality and 'blyadstvo'
stopping the sun
gymnastics for gnomes

     good luck
after seven suicide attempts...
so he mowed down from the army,
and I customized analgin to him,
'demidrol' and vodka
in milk bags
soldered iron ...
he opened the doors in the madhouse
fingers like a socket wrench!
...............................
eighth attempt succeeded!

     not that revolution
ensign Kirpichnikov,
hero of the Great February Revolution,
killed by the Reds for this, and also
for being a beekeeper on a farm
I bequeath the right of posthumous residence
in a drunk-filled one-room from above.
and you - *** in the ass,
yellow press dailies readers

     circular
homeless Oligarch
has panties to change
and cleaning sausages
..............
does not 'mow' -
like a circular in the morgue

     son of poverty
no more than a couple of thoughts
it's called paranoia
instincts pervade the world,
but Eros is the son of Poverty!
...................
as casually as possible
getting up off the floor...
come on, baby!
and then they think that you -
third sex of Platon

     cargo years
can you still hear me?
I'm flying off like in a clinical
of death
and from somewhere above I watch how I
leads by the 'naruzhka', and
I always turn right
until I slow down
where's the 'blue's' ice cream cafee...
......................
drop the load faster
years
for seven

     mother of what?
certainly idleness is the mother of freedom
and the usual charm of brahl?
ancient Russian crimes:
look at the new moon
smoke and
play chess...
.................
blood group on the forearm,
comical suffering, but
the tragedy of daily wiping
dust!

     'liao'
I'm in a scarf tied "with courage"
you are in self-tight glued shoes
and your first fictitious wife
Siamese cat in the room
unfurnished and fly
crawling on a beam of light
"liao" - says the kung fu teacher...
he twisted his spine
refocused
... a bottle of spiritus stood for a month
there was no time
life was fun
the high art of living without a 'bobblo'!

     equality and 'blyadstvo'
total gender equality
and 'blyadstvo' on the Internet:
giant trap slammed shut
the purpose of existence is sex,
Hegel's life's holyday, not God,
what draws on a vein with a blunt needle
long and mournful soundtrack
to the film
who look in clothes,
squeamishly looking back at the fuss
in the last row
 
     stopping the sun
raise your hands like
stopping the sun
or heart...
what's in the eyes?
but I know you - you live in the water
Am I one of you? I'm not to blame
I was beaten ... Caucasians, and then Russians
this is what I mean:
you look out the carved windows
you ascend one by one and see
vintage chests, gray kittens
I don't believe...
............
I see only you, starving
your triangular pubis
hanging chest
your sharp thighs!
I will! I'm flying!
... miracles in the form of us
how can I understand you?
... as I see your movements -
clean kids!
 
     gymnastics for gnomes
see the world through by strang eyes...
the purpose of your earthly sojourn?
'khuj' knows him...
but someone knows - and pushes
syringe
...so: partial dictatorship and
love for three fools
pubis to pubis
creaking wrists
a great opportunity to confuse
in the words of the anthem
This is gymnastics for gnomes!