Nicron #106 13 января 1999

Entry - poems and maintenance facilities.

(C) Wlodek Black


    Of the empty houses warm
    I'll go to New Year's Eve
    From the silent phone
    And screaming speakers away.

            That stand at the open door -
            Miracles do not happen now;
            I've been in the miracles do not believe
            And securely closed the door.

    And, slipping obscure shadow
    Of fun, as from trouble,
    I run away into the yard in stages,
    Leaving footprints in the snow ...

            But in the vagaries of heat and frost
            In the yard of my town
            Snow jet salty tears,
            Mixed with sand ...

    The very first counter pool
    Burn with cold water:
    "Well, think about who you are needed
    On this night, with his trouble? "

            Snow delay me for a moment
            Throwing in the mud of their slippery waves ...
            But where is this cabin
            With a rusty labeled "Coin telephone?

    Getting up, I go up to her so close,
    Seemed really ready to call
    In the emptiness of a broken drive
    And the dangling wires ...

            That's all othodnyak in full.
            Not stepped one step into the night,
            I stand as stood at the open door,
            Not trying to get the keys ...

    Let enters my house New Year's Eve,
    And friends will be succeeded by voice!
    I would have raised a glass of alcohol
    For a self-fulfilling miracles ...



        Happy New Year!
        1998-th year of his eyes spektrumistov:
          Questionnaire newspaper "Nicron"
        Memo celebrate New Year
        Under the chiming clock
        Chilling story ...
        What and to whom to give the New Year
        Once the New Year ...
        Congratulate!
        Kitchen, or how and what greeted
          New Year's Eve
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