Михаил Колоземцев - Невангелие
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Невангелие
Нанизывали сено на трикирии вместо вил,
Стихириями, псалмами заманивали в стойла скот.
Твоя точка зрения – вечный камень в чужой огород,
Рассредоточь свой взгляд, окропи свой пыл
Водой из святых луж...
Сдавали в стеклотару пластик и целлофан,
Всё, что сыро и плесневело, называется здесь сырьем,
Дурманил разум новоявленный органический дурман,
В предсмертной агонии с ним сливалась суть, растворяясь в нём...
Звонарь повесился на колокольне, качался и бил в набат.
Новый Игорь бродил по дворам, собирая дань
Уже в третий раз. Бог любит троицу, но народ не очень.
Он был разодран последними, и его рвань
Растаскали на сувениры всякие четвертые прочие.
И каждый помнит тот день, хотя никто не видел его воочию.
И я там был– кровь пил, суставы жевал,
Наблюдал за солнцем, уходящим красиво, навьючась...
Там, где каждый третий в стае – чумной голодный кинокефал,
Раздели со мной мою участь!
Nevangelia
They strung hay on a tricirium instead
Stivers, psalms lured cattle into stalls.
Your point of view is an eternal stone in someone else's garden,
Disperse your gaze, sprinkle your ardor
Water from the holy puddles ...
They handed over plastic and cellophane to glassotar,
Everything that is damp and moldy is called raw materials here,
Ducked up the new organic dope,
In the dying agony, the essence merged with him, dissolving in it ...
The ringor hanged himself on the bell tower, swayed and hit the alarm.
New Igor wandered around the yards, collecting tribute
For the third time. God loves the Trinity, but the people are not very good.
He was tounted by the last, and his tearing
All sorts of others were pulled on souvenirs.
And everyone remembers that day, although no one saw him firsthand.
And I was there - I drank blood, chewed the joints,
I watched the sun, leaving beautifully, pushing ...
Where every third in a pack is a plague hungry film chat,
Separate my fate with me!
They strung hay on a tricirium instead
Stivers, psalms lured cattle into stalls.
Your point of view is an eternal stone in someone else's garden,
Disperse your gaze, sprinkle your ardor
Water from the holy puddles ...
They handed over plastic and cellophane to glassotar,
Everything that is damp and moldy is called raw materials here,
Ducked up the new organic dope,
In the dying agony, the essence merged with him, dissolving in it ...
The ringor hanged himself on the bell tower, swayed and hit the alarm.
New Igor wandered around the yards, collecting tribute
For the third time. God loves the Trinity, but the people are not very good.
He was tounted by the last, and his tearing
All sorts of others were pulled on souvenirs.
And everyone remembers that day, although no one saw him firsthand.
And I was there - I drank blood, chewed the joints,
I watched the sun, leaving beautifully, pushing ...
Where every third in a pack is a plague hungry film chat,
Separate my fate with me!
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