Strict shadow

strict shadow
inflatable condom
impotent crested chickens
an eternity of ruins
where have I been
endless stairs -2
sacred literature

     strict shadow
tin can promise,
white glitter socks...
I see - your aorta is pulsating
... I proceed from the fact that the most
useless are desires:
we are like two phases: we met and
understand danger:
between us a strict blue shadow
...............................
chairs are placed in the foyer
penetrated without countermarks:
there will be actors dressed
in black tights and white gloves:
they kind of are, but -
they are not seen
.................................
we do not see where our
"escort" - somewhere behind our backs
and we imagine - we are kings
... 'freiers'!

     inflatable condom
! triumphant victory for women
and hygiene products...
accidental art - the art of mating,
art for sniffing, especially
letter-rich literature
.................
!freedom runs from necessity
, throws the mask of a polite hare to
inflate a fragrant condom

     impotent crested chickens
The meaning of life is an obscene question...
quantity is more important
, do everything several times:
wake up twice, piss three times, then
line up beer cans by height
................
grow big - small silence
, a disposable plate in a happening
"impotent crested chickens"

     an eternity of ruins
leather jacket remains restless ...
she has a restless soul
biker
...........
search for deadly greatness
ended
, passages of the imperial capital
shackled traffic lights...
... capitals of stone ruins among
transitory glass pieces of Eltsmodern

     where have I been
a small fire is burning
the night is leaning
I see you
your black pupils
you ask -
"Where were you when we..."

     endless stairs -2
I can never explain it...
Is the difference the shape of the genitals?
why is there heat?
why Piranesi draws
endless stairs?

     sacred literature
here you are laughing - poor unknown ...
... I read Brodsky,
he has - understandable to every European Russian
symbols,
understandable adaptation
.................
you sitting on the stairs
zastsanny entrance, Dostoevsky louse,
What the 'khuj' are you doing
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