Poems - Couple with me...

Dm. Krivtsov, F. Torchinsky


 PROLOGUE

Cobokynucb with me among the stones
Against the backdrop of a dirty night sky,
Holding a piece of dry bread in your hands,
Dancing the dance of white swans.


 PART ONE

Cobokynucb with me, brick wall,
When I caress you with a bottle
In the damp basement of a frozen barn
With mice that died from wine.

Cobokynucb is with me in the loose swamp,
Where the formidable Polycarp is buried.
Like a pike, a clouded carp pampers,
Like a furry bittern spinning its blowhole like a stranger’s,

Cobokynucb with me in the soul of your aspens,
Where the bees amuse themselves, inhaling cast iron steam,
Where carrion exudes non-lunar light,
And sweat flows from stale moccasins.

Cobokynucb is with me at the bottom of the sea,
When the anchor rips my belly open,
A melancholic stingray rushes into my ear
Get inside as a gnawed piece.

Cobokynucb with me in the clouds
Among the vultures pecking me in flight
And from the planes of women vomiting down
With the seal of eternity on closed lips.

Cobokynucb is with me in deep hell,
Where the janitor sweeps up the ashes of the dead
And gloomily collects it in a ladle,
Warming a leech on your butt.


 PART TWO

Cobokynucb is with me in the toilet with evil,
In a closet closed by a rotten hand,
So that there is no peace in the cemetery
For fragile necks tied in a knot.

Cobokynucb with me, mired in the toilet,
So that one mouth remains above the water
With a bitten gray beard.
And the eye runs languidly down the cheek...

Cobokynucb with me on a rotten stump,
Rottenness pierces the womb,
Where is the owlchewed on the sweetheart.
And the woman waves her broom noisily.

Cobokynucb with me on a knife edge,
That was forged right in the underworld.
Don't you dare come out to me in your underwear,
Holding a cool hedgehog between your legs!

Cobokynucb with me on the tram wheel,
Having gotten rid of the jaws of strangers.
And falling gloomily into their arms,
A foul-smelling pile is pierced.

Cobokynucb with me, hairy celery,
Taken from the bloody hands of Baal,
Sticking your teeth into the fluid sap of coral
Hanging on fat cheeks between the doors.

Cobokynucb with me on the lantern,
Where the singing dog got tired of it in the morning,
And the old raven, covered in tar soap,
Tears wounds with its beak at dawn.

Cobokynucb is on the wire with me,
So that a rusty wire sticks into your goiter,
And the evil mechanic stumbled over a cold corpse,
Sowing horror in fabulous fruits.

Cobokynucb with me under the ice,
Where heavy fish bite like animals,
Whose ear was pinched by a door,
When they invaded the house.

Cobokynucb is with me on the Earth's satellite,
Holding a piece of reinforcement in my hands,
Evil plucked from someone's hair
Among the thickets of fragrant hemp.

Cobokynucb with me on the stinking chest,
Where are the relics of your suitors kept?
Who don't know what to do
Dreaming of a blind chipmunk.

Cobokynucb with me on the trunk of an elephant,
Dragging a pot of bran,
Which he collected in a garbage pit.
Saliva drips loudly from the tusks.


 PART THREE

Cobokynucb with me to the clink of glasses,
When the first May thunder strikes,
And, slowly chewing scrap metal,
You will comprehendthe greatness of the annals.

Cobokynucb with me on the ashes,
When the crowd, driven by a snake,
Pierces me with a sharpened drill
And the stench will come out of me.

Cobokynucb is with me at the tip of the whip!
It's so cozy there - like being in a field at night.
Why did evil will dispose of you?
And are you an owl at the shunt?

Cobokynucb with me on "Sharoban",
Which is illuminated by a stuffy light.
Don't let the sound of banners scare you -
Then red crayfish bathe in sour cream.

Cobokynucb is with me, lifting the veil,
That your cloudy face was always obscured.
Let your voice sing like two deer,
They lifted the tablet with sweaty horns.

Cobokynucb with me in the empty trunk,
So that your breasts sag to the ground,
So that the road to zero will crush her,
And a new one would grow later.

Cobokynucb is with me, crazy padishah,
Waving his bassoon in rage,
Playing a march on the nerves, as if by notes,
Shackle me while you yourself are in shackles!


 EPILOGUE

Cobokynucb with me in the gas pipeline,
So that the voice does not penetrate outside...