Малышка со вкусом монархии
Разбиралась в азах иерархии,
Возрождала меня птицей Феникс,
И эректо ХаИм лайк Пенис.
Тут гляссе и фрейлины-опачки,
Короную твою хуепопочку —
Ты стань раком и выгни бля талию,
Я в окно загоняю Италию.

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Berlin, 2019 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.

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Фила Текила мастер тату
Соло строчила свою ерунду:
Эники-беники, сэки-парсэки,
Разные гадости и гомосэки.
И языкатая, и сексмашинка,
И Пеппилотта, и суперпружинка —
Длинный чулок натянул и погнал:
Травести кончил, финал.

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Berlin, 2023 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.

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На Монтенаполеоне недавно
Покупал себе я гандоны,
И встретил одну очень славную —
Принцессу Куни в пионах.
Сударыня, Вам в Кандолизиум,
Давай в лепестки, не стесняйся,
Изысканно гни изваяния,
Язык тренируй, распускайся.

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Paris, 2023 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.

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Пук-пук и Клац-клац покупали футболки —
Один купил с гайкой, другой с болтом.
И, облачившись в экипировки,
Взвинтились до неба — такой вот дурдом!
Один был валЕтом пиздато-придворным,
Другой пиздоватым, но тоже вальтом —
И вот, закрутившись потуже в кладовке,
Шмальнули дуэтом — и в гастроном.

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Vienna, 2023 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.

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Кардиган и Коверкот
Гладили малыху в рот.
Лапсердак сидел, вопил,
Смаковал кайфовый чил.
Гройсе Гликовая Шикс
Пожирала жадно Твикс,
Согревала и строчила
Леопардовая Сила.

Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Paris, 2021 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.

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i load into the world, ready to
do as the title of the game says: mine and craft,
he joins. dread mixed with love ensues

time goes by, we level up,
wood to stone, stone to iron
making a plan for our little abode

with cows, sheep, and 2 cats,
just as i begin to fantasise,
he leaves the game

the chatbox rings out
Achievement get: DIAMONDS!
and it was all in vain

there’s a reason
i haven’t kept
my photos of her
within reach.
yet, i watch myself
get torn apart
on the pixelated screen
of dreams long lost.

i’m on my knees
begging my brain
to stop doing this to me.

she's not coming back.

love should know better,
than to dress itself in cruelty.

Broad shoulders, round belly
Thighs rock-hard standing steady
Torso full of honor, prestige and glory
Black shut eyes, and a head too weary
Clothed in oliver green, pride or envy?

Slimming waist, a gentle core
Pirouettes with grace, never a sore
Chest for embrace not for war
Satin, silk, velvet floors
This world of yours, mine for sure?

Colour spectrums echo within vision
Jealousy magnified on each selection
Rainbows and prisms radiate complexion
Building loops of personal perception
Toys to dolls, should be a simple question?

homophobia, a illness
of the planet
once beautiful & lushes
overrun with cruelty &
power

and as i walk along the brick road,
i look back and He’s there.
catching up beside me, He asked me
‘why do you abandon hope, and your
love.’ i say that he will never feel the same
and i’ve come to accept it.

He went on to say, ‘blessed are those
who are pure in heart - and you, my child
gave him the purest form of love you could
the same agape that I give you’

my soul rejoiced for His words, and
i’m reminded of how he suffered so I
may feel for anyone without sin

i love god more then him, but i
show them the same type of love.
one reciprocated in action, the other didn’t.