Sink

The silvery night sinks down in heavenly cracks.
Fires of lanterns convict a predatory
sight of the urban wolf.
The dissolute fog irons
a cold body
the fan of mad silence.
The wild, unrestrained perfection of the moon
will penetrate in heart of the pith angels.
Wake up, it is time to collect legends of ripe constellations,
crop of the grape god of love.

In dancings shadows the current of narcotic visions revives.
By concourse of sharp winds finds breath ancient fear.
Dress masks...

Толкотня в ресторанах и барах.

Нет нехватки в заморских товарах.

До чего ж благодатные дни.


Нежась в облачке белого пара,

Russia плещется в нефтедоллАрах.

Не утони! :)))

May this be true,what I believed,
is no more sense to what I need.
I thought of best, of common wealth,
instead,I have not much to loose but health.

There isn't much to give or take,
all what I could what done for goodness sake.
The falling rain drop after drop,
go down to earth and burst in pop.

My hopes were doomed to sink in well,
alike the burning chains of hell.
Still I do live and keep my pride,
my dream- is secret in my mind.

People say that
We will die
On 21th December
Seems like it’s quite rightly
Oh! Finally determined
The day of death all over the world!

There is one schizophrenic idea
If someone is afraid to believe
And he can’t just relax

He can stop reading this
And any claims won’t be accepted!
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When I was in hospital in the reanimation room
I was about 50 years old
I was in prostration
I’ll try to describe it

Nine nights
I was walking...