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Poems Vasily Aksenov

I overestimated
I underestimated
Sunses and dawn over cities in the prospects of streets
Lemon lilac bukhic
Camel muzzles
Flat squadrons of distant minonosok
Together with the wind swinging over little Europe
blind lights under wires
With a tram rattle
With a knock of heels
With the baby, coupled
fat mamlacate in the font of zinc
Under the sun of Stalinism
Under Soluks of the inspections of growing
and our youth called

I overestimated
I underestimated
Library smell
The collapse of the books of Ianatol France
and an angel gliding in the aisle behind the letter С
By the beginning of the alphabet
the modest step so blindly eluded
And in this maze with a special smell
So worried heart
All these thousands of copulation
Flight with buzzing with greed of desires
tender contacts of honey collection
and replenishment of baggage knowledge

I overestimated
I underestimated
All dribbling and passes powerful shots strikes on the side
blows from below
Lobic swing
Capture with ticks
Pain receiver
flight into coal
cigarette pressed to the cheek as a good argument
which presses against the wall of the opponent in a scientific dispute
The ghost of the barricade
and young men
lessons
giving tanks
entering their city entering in the morning
In youth
And in memory forever

I overestimated
I underestimated
Sanhedrin fierce under the dome of the azure
and columns sequoia white
Cold sequoia
To the sequoia you appealed
Case to the sharks
shark mouths and shabby chin
so surprised in the face of the menagerie confusion
friends
And the roar of an animal
Atu-atu-atu is abroad
In a psychiatrist
In the coffin
and to us and us caviar
Meads as a message and fats and juices
Let through the tube in the ass
Let the nostrils in the ears
In the pores
just to flow

I overestimated
I underestimated
Unges Brest-Litovsk Chop Galician
Borsch in Belarusian
Swiss Kharch and Argentine hops
Sinjuko quarter in the noise of a small
The basement is Seto
And you chegko
Monkey fur and her tricks
good luck
and paroxysm of patriotism in the buffet in the toilet
at the station
Under wet snow in the Ran of Belazes
under the gold of the great Ivan
under the hidden rinse of the flag
Behind the bakery in a secluded corner

I overestimated
I underestimated
your night lamp
Bingling il Skim
The joy of covering the paper with white worms of signs
beetles of hieroglyphs by sea
Cyrillic flesh
and grille of the Gothic Latin
and stairs in the night
All the comforts of the night
a mysterious passage through the park in the night
Through the lunar mosaic
terraces of hand touch
To the screams of Shantecler
touching the cheeks
And whisper and silence
mystery in the night ...

How multi -sounding night!