Optron #15 24 июля 1998

Poems - I looked out the window.

                  Poetry



(C) Protein, 1996


    I looked out the window,

    I see a yellow-and-yellow river

    On the banks of the grated cheese

    And the water covered with asphalt.


    A water coil rails

    And the hunt for a bunch of sleepers,

    Only ties of these raids

    Selected directly on the beach.


    A walk along the shore of the tripod

    Collecting all the sleepers in the basket

    Because of the excellent beer ties

    It turns out, if you think about.


    Just think, not think, and on top

    Gliders swooped squad

    And the lack of tripod legs,

    And throws it on the soap of the mountain.


    And in the mountains, dry up the tripod

    And they showered feathers.

    And nanyuhavshis dust from the soap

    They begin to carry eggs.


    Just me on the drum.

    I firmly tied to the bed,

    After all, at all offices шестое

    I have one perfectly healthy.


    I am alone, looking out the window,

    I see a yellow-and-yellow river.

    Others are hopelessly ill:

    See a little square and the city hospital.


    I only know here:

    Cities do not happen in the world,

    The city - it's fiction psychos

    Such as those with me in the ward.


    Just how to explain the crazy

    Zonked from hallucinations,

    How beautiful is hunting for sleepers

    And how come a tripod.