Александр Непомнящий - Тусовка
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The party smokes cigarettes,
He is conducting wise conversations
About postmodern, laws of karma
And a trip to Icstlan.
After the ceremony of the Tramanans
Almost resting in astral plans,
By watching the custom of common ancestors,
Lets the glass in a circle.

Here is a place only to aristocrats,
Who heard the "Koyl" and Frank Pod.
And who has not heard - we are not a couple,
Plebeians, popl, cheap sucker.
All existentialists here,
Specialist poets,
Everyone slowly gives rise to thoughts
And look into the black ceiling.

You saw ok oliver Stone
And the clip last "Rolling Stones"?
The fourth volume of Cortasara -
You can’t lag behind life.
With Latin-American prose,
Tequila-watering, wild rose
We are beating from the sky of the star,
Sorry - I do not know how to read.

Father and son Hare Rama
Hyperborean Dalai Lama
With a goblin and elves brigade
Will come and Mordor will win
And Sauron on Freud - Pidor
Latent, and for the year - tiger
His Engram will be erased
And the Clay Buddha is sitting.

Put in your pocket a citizen Mao,
Become a warrior and follow the Tao,
Roasting a half bun from the frog,
As Papus advises us.
Well, then you will become ours
And we will take and smile together,
So that for us with you ... and not with them
And a sad blues.

*****

The party sniffs packages,
Referees on other objects
Lofty thoughts fly,
They hold their flight in Nirvana.
For a day, third flight
Intellectual heights
Reached our starships,
But it’s a pity - the parish ends.