POEMS
Don't look for me anymore, my love There's no voice on the records. And stop looking through the kilometers of film No camera caught me today. Only moving along the cocaine path, In the white dust, my loneliness is so pleasant. Fashionable swimsuit from Valentino You like my thinness so much. Look, I'm diving into golden vanilla Fishing for balance on the edge of Old Fashioned. You love my body even in a sweater And you love when I dance a little drunk. Don't look for me anymore, my love In the arms of this beauty it's already empty. I'm hiding in the smoke of cigarettes and betrayal Inspiring you to new feats. My legs can reach the stars And I can even knock down a few. But a light breath stirs the mind Walks on the skin on a winter evening. The Beatles won't let me dissolve in the room Clinging to the furniture with my earrings. Ideas for your best films Unreasonably drive me crazy. Don't look for me anymore, dear My fashionable hairstyle is ruined. I'll go to the bathroom to drown the call Coloring the water red.
The city presses on me with special force. I constantly wander the streets of my imagination, I don’t understand how it manages to do so. I can’t find a place in this dirty world. I’ve traveled to a bunch of countries, seen more than one ocean, But I’ve never learned to live properly. Different masters have come my way. And each time it was a good chance for me, But the universe didn’t give me hearing and sight. Hiding inside myself for days is so good. But panic attacks push me out of there too, Taking up a familiar place, they brazenly poke me with f**k. It would be good to get so angry. But the emptiness of my emotions absorbs everything around, Leaving only one option – to be friends with monsters.
Study me from the notes in the notebook Yes, in that orange one… Take my shoulders gently, confidently, Inhale the scent from my hair. Love me, but don't love me, love Self-denyingly, as you know how to do comfortably… Count the steps on the sand to the furniture, Because I'm running and the water is after me. Your love is the color of the brickwork What makes up house 37a on the longitudinal street… Can I walk along it with my fingers, Getting the fragments and nothing else?
Do I write poems? No, I don't I simply read aloud to others With every word, line, page... On your skin the smell of night rain With sharp sensations I will walk along it Memories will lie like darkness on my lips... You can be loved forever Referring to habit or addiction In the evenings I will look for meanings in the indifferent... I could also write poems Even a few about you Only words are needed, they are no longer free
You want to know everything about me Who am I? Where am I? Who am I with? Do I wear an embroidered dress like the others No, I don't wear dresses now I've been wearing a T-shirt and jeans for a long time What do you say? I don't like it. Well, okay It won't change anything anyway You want to know everything about me Who am I? Where am I? Who am I with? Am I going to you the way you dream of No, I just go my own way It's interesting and different there I meet What are you saying again? Nonsense. Well, okay It won't change anything anyway
The cosmic flowers that you gave me will never fade Standing in a jar for lack of a vase, they miss me Memories collected in their rich color, they smell of you Out of love you wrote music, out of tenderness I turned it into words We hid in the spiral of the galaxy, as if in an abandoned powder compact Filled with meaning the empty corners of the stars that prevented us from sleeping It seemed to us that it would always be like this, only we were a little wrong Different lives fill me and you, and yet we breathe fresh In the universe we are just dots that are attracted to each other without exception The cosmic flowers that you gave me will never fade Standing in a jar for lack of a vase, they miss me Memories collected in their rich color, they smell of you