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"Come to die at me"
City A.

I grew up in the city of gopniks and old women,
Where they smoke nonsense in the last desks.
I did not find this city on any of the two
Time of cards:
Memory and Being map.
So I have nowhere to return.
But the bus is lucky
to the city where if you rotate,
then only letting yourself in a circle
Or stand in a circle.
Where boys choose a girlfriend for themselves
From the paternal principle "I would blow."
Where people die in other people's apartments,
decaying for weeks.
Where life collapses shamelessly quiet
during childbirth without stuttering
Even give your scream.
Where is every inevitable night
Crushes under the boot
Something immaculate
Something pure, cute,
nourished by amphitams.

The killer city is silent
Black holes of the eyes
Throwing buildings sharpen
The cold of the syringes about us.

Dragging me a bus
In the lifted Babylon.
____ Globe is in a fit,
Knowing that somewhere on it
The kingdom of the dead has grown.
It has grown and rot.
The bus opened his glass -
I dropped on the ice
huge lake in the center
funnels spinning fury-centrifiga.
The plate says that in the meter
From this place, my city burns with a service
"Come to die at me."