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Ilya Krivonosov Mar 2019
When someone hit me in the face
And was told that I have to drink,
I understand that it is impossible
Healthy loving home.

Well, how to love the Motherland
And soak up her spirit,
When they give you an enema,
And pour ***** in your ear?

What can be sympathy
And nostalgic dreams,
When the same friends
How are you drunk at lunch?
Ilya Krivonosov Mar 2019
You were in Africa in June,
When in the head of the from sun skew?
Yeah, like drinking a liter of shampoo
For thin and weakened hair.

And you read young poets,
Trying to make a joke?
Yes, it's like living in the land of Soviets
And all advise far leave to live.
Ilya Krivonosov Mar 2019
At first the bell rattled,
Then it died.
Combed four lines –
The verse spread.

What's a half verse?
Neither you nor me.
In four folded newspaper –
In half.

Traditions are not respected.
Avant-garde.
On energy drinks wondering.
Long live cynicism.

The old believers overlooked,
Hightech's here.
Digitized watercolors,
Take the check.
Ilya Krivonosov Mar 2019
Do you remember the night of September?
How I ran desperately through the garden?
It's dark and wait anymore,
And I fled, sensing freedom.

I saw bonfires burning in the distance.
I heard birds singing in the trees.
To stay? Wait? Turn to river?
To listen? Stop again?

Trample those who slowly fled, flew.
Shuffle and rake in an armful.
They will arrange an unscheduled execution.
They will remain on the empty sneakers.
Ilya Krivonosov Mar 2019
I remember every detail:
Blinding light piercing the air,
The movement of your shoulders,
Silence,.. and the word "late"..

From the dissolved window,
Pulsing with Easter sound.
Then I don't remember ****,
Something else about separation.

That day I remember as now.
She's still around the corner,
And I go, and every step
Shorter and similar to a note.
Ilya Krivonosov Mar 2019
I was just like that,
And sometimes he loved blindly.
Only in the world to read,
And not to forget all the kisses.

Transit flight will not wait,
The wheel knocking won't tell the time.
Whose turn is it to survive?
Whose turn is it to tease salvation?

The narrator is exhausted.,
He almost whispered.
Reason, the lamp extinguished,
Why something shouted: "Mortal combat!"
Ilya Krivonosov Mar 2019
Day I forgot, I forgot a week,
Got the names mixed up.
Parachutes swing,
Worms seeds.

Kilograms of honey agaric,
Compliments the perfume.
So and are written, guys,
Centimeters poems.

What a day, with marked –
No deck, no tablet.
No particular
Goal not was and there is no.

Crowded long box,
But the receipts are empty.
The printer, gasping, drags
Striped sheets.
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