И будет целебный хлеб Словно нипочем Словно многоточие...

And there will be healing bread
Like nothing
Like an ellipsis
And my full summer
Surname
Of the same name
Lips in a tube
Thread - in a needle
Not zhist - but Sorochinskaya fair!
Loved
Grieved
Throwing up a burned-out spark
We painted houses with drunk colors
Called milk mushrooms, climbed into the back
Wandering the worlds like lice on the back of their heads
Triumphantly wandered through unwashed glasses
For overworked minds
Over frightened bodies
On damp ceilings
Falling out one after another like baby teeth
Gave the breath and scream
Bubbled with mellow little things
In the bulging pockets of wooden jackets
Seething mighty unbeatable
Like pots burnt by the gods
And hiding behind our backs
Skiing in the hallway
Sledge
Sled
Fairy tales
Arabesque
On the seventh day, everything stopped him:
Let everything flourish with guts outward
North, west, south, east
Let it be suddenly
Let it be unheard of
Let it straight out of your throat
Let straight out of the mirror
Disgustingly rip from under the skin
Wood and meat fibers
My self-willed absurd joy
MONSTER spring! ..
To peck at the goggle-eyed grain at sunset
Kiss unstoppable palms at dawn
Stomp your foot
and fuck all the windows and doors
eyes fork spoons
and folding pocket knives

Another ferocious love story
Sad tale about a piggy bank
Cheerful anecdote about how Svidrigailov
going to America
Lucky as a mirror that reflected fire
New Year's, like a full moon, sweaty clenched in a fist
Long-awaited, like a ringing snake ring
The only one, like a casually thrown word
Wonderful, like a hundred voluntary years
Loneliness.