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     © Copyright Oleg Malahov
     Email: omalakhov@acceur.com
     Date: 03 Dec 2001
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     Propitannyj jodom vozduh.
     Proselochnaya doroga.
     Skoplenie gryazi.
     Priroda v bor'be
     s naseleniem.
     Bereg - ne bereg,
     a uzhalennaya telom
     strujka zmeinogo zhala,
     obessilevshaya ot vnedreniya v kozhu.
     U kozhi immunitet,
     vyrabatyvaemyj krov'yu na roditel'skom lozhe.
     S kaplyami pota mnozhatsya muhi.
     Lezhbishche tel nemytyh
     sredi kukuruznyh ogryzkov.
     Skvoz' tolshchu pohabnyh zvukov,
     skvoz' blazh' usmirennyh vremenno samok
     i skvoz' upoenie garmoniruyushchej s telom moshnoj samcov...
     slegka neuverennyj slabyj
     edva oshchutimyj impul's
     bessonnogo chuvstva
     pod prostynej,
     ukryvayushchej nas
     v gor'kovatoj ot slez nochi.






     kasanie
     sfera neizvedannogo dvizheniya
     neoproverzhimoe kasanie
     dolgozhdannoe
     boleznenno strannoe








     Oleg Malahov.


     Raskopki sna,
     ruiny Vavilona,
     v rukah ne to,
     ne v teh rukah.
     Lozhbinka v raduzhnom siyanii
     moej vozlyublennoj,
     vzleleyannoj ne mnoj,
     a nekim, kto uzhe ne ya, a kto-to,
     tot, neizmenno videvshij ee glaza
     kogda-to v nezhnom svete galerej.
     Rodis' vo mne opyat',
     rodi menya,
     rozhdaya nov' ekranov, tumannyh katerov,
     zaplakannyh soborov,
     obnovlyaya moih geroev,
     pejzazh moego utra.
     Proverka gradusnikov na moroze,
     opros zhelayushchih otvetit' chto ugodno,
     lish' by vsluh.
     YA gluh...
     proshchayus' ili chuvstvuyu,
     stupaya tiho,
     robost' znakov,
     ved' ne ya byl tem,
     kto iznachal'no telo poznaval i pota kapel'ki na nem...


     shtory
     astra
     roza
     liliya
     krasnyj plashch Kazanovy
     i snova
     shtory


     Marta razdelas' nesmelo
     orbita lica goloj Marty
     karty
     izuchaemye
     v kontekste ee tela




     Oleg Malahov.


     Bol'shie glaza. . .
     dushi net .
     Obmanchivyj vzglyad. . .
     krupica nadezhdy
     na chuvstvennyj mir,
     na plastiku perezhivanij,
     na sferu iskonnyh emocij
     vnutri glaz. . .
     dushi net.
     Rostok ponimaniya
     vtisnut v steklo i beton,
     rastoptan,
     otravlen koren'.
     Potrebitel'skaya ejforiya. . .
     Katastroficheskaya nezavisimost'
     ot kul'tury edinstva
     i yazyka glaz. . .
     dushi net.
     CHto-to s devushkoj. . .
     ee serdce - tresnuvshij shar zemnoj. . .
     sushchestvuet ,
     Otstranivshis' ot sveta,
     ot vrozhdennyh strastej,
     ot velikogo mira chuvstv i zhelanij. . .
     osob' zhenskogo pola. . .
     bezdushnaya samka
     s bol'shimi glazami.
















     Oleg Malahov


     Luchshe tebya i nebo, i solnce
     i vyshe tebya...
     I slyshitsya chto-to nevidimoe,
     viditsya nechto neslyshimoe.
     Kto zdes'?
     Sud'ba, li, otryvok, strochka bez slov,
     bezuprechnaya nepoznavaemost'
     simvolov vetrenyh dnej,
     dolgozhdannyh, dozhdlivyh, studenyh
     Mysli burlyat v golove,
     beskonechnaya svyaz' nuzhnyh zhestov
     i nezhnyh dvizhenij.
     kto ty? i zdes' li?..
     i pust' ty - ne nebo, ne solnce. . .
     prazdno bluzhdayushchij prizrak. . .
     prosto fantom vdyhayushchij vozduh.
     CHto ty?
     Kak budto svobodny ruki moi,
     i glaza sovershayut progulki
     dorogami goroda,
     siyuminutno otslezhivaya syuzhety,
     ponikaya v pejzazhi i sny. . .
     No bezyshodna popytka otrech'sya
     ot svyazi s tvoej pustotoj.




















     Oleg Malahov


     doroga v rassvet
     ustlan graviem bereg
     moih bosonogih videnij
     pros'ba ne narushat'
     pros'ba ne razrushat'
     razmytye skaly na detskih risunkah
     hranimyh v potreskavshihsya al'bomah
     deti u morya
     blagie vetra
     chto-to radostnoe v ih glazah
     beg za nebom moih samoletov
     shag s obryva
     pyatno
     udalyayushchayasya dusha



     pritornyj
     dolgij vkus pervogo poceluya
     lico
     perekosheno
     sterty linii
     shelkovyj list
     kudryavye strannye ploskie
     lestnicy
     v sad
     na verandu
     tropy v zabyvchivost'
     molodaya porosl'
     sol' morskogo priboya
     vse
     chto prisnilos'
     i vse
     chto zabylos'
     v dushnom kupe na obratnom puti

     Sentyabr', 1999





     Oleg Malahov


     Zapominayushchiesya ochki starogo
     narkologa...
     vstaet li zavtra prekrasnyj vkus,
     ne otdavaemyj mnoj
     matrosu v pugovicah.
     A on by vplesnul vkus v sol',
     i dalekie kreolki, kupayas',
     propitalis' by imenami,
     zastryavshimi v lifte sosednego doma.


     Prozyabanie ruk.
     Glaz ne uvidennyj slog...
     predlog neuverennyj,
     strannyj...
     bud' v pole zreniya,
     daby ne volnovat' menya poiskom
     tvoego okna.




     Krepko szhimayu pal'cami
     obryvok verevki.
     Marionetochnyj uzel
     krepok.
     Uverennost' moih dvizhenij
     kalechit zavisimost'
     ot uzlov i verevok.
     |to moi veny obrazuyut
     besformennye uzory.










     Oleg Malahov

     Odnazhdy.

     Odnazhdy ty byla pyatimilligrammovoj slezinkoj,
     padavshej k sfere oblachnogo zakata
     moego levogo glaza, ukryvavshego strochku
     iz neotkryvaemoj p'esy ispanskogo konkvistadora.
     Ty, prevrativshis' v blok kvartir v rajone zapadnogo vetra,
     vklyuchala svet na etazhe rastorgnutyh soglashenij.
     (A tak hotelos' postoyanstva.)
     Razblokirovannaya, stonushchaya zummerom
     plastikovyh telefonnyh apparatov,
     ch'ya-to zhena, obizhennaya v svyazi s utratoj
     chernil'noj substancii,
     rascherchennoj morshchinkami moej ladoni - tozhe ty.
     Odnazhdy slozhnoj ieroglifichnost'yu
     svoih fartukov i sarafanov
     ty prigovarivala moj organizm k pollyuciyam.
     Tot spusk s oporoj na perila...
     Perilami li ty byla, ili vela menya
     tvoya rasputnaya, no vernaya mne ten'?
     V naprasno trogatel'nom pal'cami soske
     prochuvstvoval li ya , chto ty odnazhdy
     myslila s moim kasaniem odnovremenno,
     sverkaya telom v ekonomicheski vygodnom
     ofisnom svete?
     Naskol'ko gluboko ty vhodish' v moj
     ocherchennyj gubami sladkij rot,
     citrusovo pahnushchij i zarazhayushchij tebya slyunoj?
     Voprosy stynut v begushchih ob®yavleniyah,
     ponyatnosti shablonnyh tekstov...
     Mercaya metropolitenom,
     stenaniyami obezdolennyh detej,
     avtomobil'noj trassoj,
     reproduktorom gigantskogo stereo
     zapolnyaesh' pory moej
     chervivoj kozhi.
     V besplodnom i besplotnom zdanii
     molchat kasatki, prosyat zhizni chajki.
     YA pochemu-to stanovlyus' chasticami
     kazhdogo serdca,
     krome tvoego,
     neozhidanno moego.



     Oleg Malahov


     Parusinovyj stol,
     parusinovyj nebosvod.
     Ottorzhenie vsepogloshchayushchego
     intellekta.
     Umirayu,
     bez ustali vsmatrivayas'
     v neopoznannyj serdcem
     ob®ekt.
     Parusinovyj plen,
     zapah soli morskoj,
     besporyadok v prostornom
     bezoblachnom detstve...
     a potom
     umirayu,
     dotragivayas' bumagi,
     nostal'gicheski osyazaya
     tkan' dalekih nadezhd.
     Parusinovyj savan,
     loskut moej svetloj mechty.
     YA pechalyus' o devushkah,
     kotoryh ne smog celovat',
     o zakatah, kotorye ne razglyadel,
     o cvetah, kotorymi ne dyshal.
     Parusinovyj ston.
     Soderzhimoe vaz i substancij...
     vse menyaet razmer, naznachenie,
     krasku.
     Podrostkovyj instinkt.
     Mozhet byt', slishkom mnogo
     napitkov v menyu,
     ili ni muzyka, i ni kino
     ne v sostoyanii preodolet'
     parusinovyj strah
     v moih poloumnyh glazah.

     Oktyabr', 1999.







     Oleg Malahov


     domom zabroshennym
     plachem listvennym pod oknom
     proshchaetsya so mnoj
     skuchayushchij prizrak moej strany




     vse soberutsya v krug
     vyberut cel' - menya...
     zamknetsya moe "ya"




     Kanaly
     skovali ruki,
     oputali glaza,
     voda unosit
     ch'yu-to bol'...
     kuda?..
     Kanaly
     ukrali
     slova u vlyublennyh
     i slezy v vode
     rastvorilis'...
     v gondolah
     ukrylis'
     siluety
     poetov...

     fevral', 1999


     Kazhetsya, ya vas znayu...
     Ne vy li
     menya lyubili?

     fevral', 1999




     Oleg Malahov


     YA vspomnil,
     ty vozvrashchaesh'sya segodnya,
     ty priedesh'...
     poka ne stemneet
     hochu vstretit' tebya,
     slegka ustavshuyu,
     navernoe, skuchavshuyu,
     hochu prizhat' tebya
     v odezhde,
     zapah dorogi
     oshchutit',
     eshche odnu
     otkryt'
     ulybku
     na tvoem lice.







     YA rastvoryayus',
     okislyayus',
     rezul'tat,-
     shtamp,
     muzykal'naya tkan',
     rvetsya pleva -
     cifry-slova-implantanty...




     Ugol'ki glaz zverya,
     otpechatok ih vzglyada
     na krasnom pokryvale
     ...ropshchet kon'
     hrabrogo idal'go...




     Oleg Malahov



     Nezdeshnij golos,
     lechashchie ruki,
     tiho govoryat strochki
     o chem-to srochnom,
     iskrivlennye linii
     ineya,
     na mig zastyvshaya
     poeziya,
     korroziya metalloplastikovyh
     okon,
     ozhivshie reklamnye shchity
     v podergivayushchihsya
     ot holoda
     glazah,
     vitriny besslovesnye
     zagovorili,
     nachalos' pereselenie
     ih v mir
     ch'ih-to grez...
     bumagi belyj list -
     prizvanie,
     razveyannoe slozhnym
     snom...
     pod nebom
     v etoj stonushchej
     kishashchej nerazgadannymi
     vzglyadami
     posteli
     namecheny
     kontury
     moej
     smerti...













     Oleg Malahov




     Krov' -
     oko
     Krasnogo
     morya



     Plot' -
     flotilii
     tuchnyh
     kitov


     Stuk -
     ploskost'
     izranennyh
     ruk


     Tkan' placha -
     vlaga
     resnic...



     Planeta -
     pul's
     moego
     serdca


     Vys' -
     shum
     upavshego
     kamnya
     vniz...


     Oleg Malahov


     Alaya -
     kapel'ki
     krovi
     na
     beloj roze


     Bokal
     vina -
     slezy vinogradnoj
     lozy


     Rana...
     Gorod
     nizhe urovnya morya...
     dym koridorov -
     marihuana...


     Skrip
     zheleznyh
     dorog...
     stancii
     samoizolyacii.



     * * *
     ...blyudce
     b'etsya...
     solnce
     v
     zerkale


     nasledstvo -
     tomik
     neizvestnogo poeta





     Oleg Malahov



     Novyj roman -
     istoriya staroj bolezni




     Pisatel' -
     Kusto chelovecheskih
     dush.


     Maska -
     lico moego druga.


     Fotoal'bom -
     melodiya glaz
     i ulybok.


     zastyli zhesty
     (poslednij - svetlyj)





     Ostayus'
     na ulice,
     v rezul'tate,
     ya - ulichnyj kamen',
     ya ne proshchen
     za popytku
     rasstat'sya s nishej
     v brushchatke zhizni,
     i teper' ya prosto kamen',
     izmuchennyj vzglyadami
     ch'ih-to mertvyh glaz,
     zatoptan nogami.

     YAnvar', 1999

     Oleg Malahov


     Toskuyu...
     celuyu
     tebya v fantaziyah,
     stranno vnedryayushchihsya
     v mozg.
     Mir,
     dolgie nochi,
     bokal s chem-to
     gubitel'nym,
     yad - ne yad,
     rad - ne rad
     smerti,
     sterty granicy,
     ischezli predely,
     telo
     tvoe
     meroj neponyatosti
     ne izmerit',
     hrupkoe telo
     prosto - ne prosto
     tronut',
     priblizit'sya
     k zharu dyhaniya...
     maniya,
     vechnyj instinkt,
     otchayanie.





     Nazhimayu na klavishi
     plavno...
     Krov' mezhdu chernym i belym.
     Pomnyu, chto sputal cveta.
     Kartina rastrogala ruki
     i nezhnye zvuki l'yutsya,
     hot' pal'cy kasayutsya klavish i vyaznut
     v neproshenom krasnom...



     Oleg Malahov



     Trotuar. Postup'.
     Kazalos' by, svet far na svetofore -
     a vizhu more.
     Bol'nica. Nochnoj tualet.
     Pustynya. Idut tehnogennye deti -
     a slyshu veter.
     Prostranstvo raskoloto skripom.
     |lektrik vklyuchil sistemu.
     Placenta drozhit.
     Vibraciej telekommunikacij
     razbuzhen -
     a chuvstvuyu stuzhu...





     Karie...
     Mozhet byt', padayu vniz
     s vysoty dosele nevidannoj,
     ili tonu v okeane
     dozhdej,
     v mareve
     voshodyashchego solnca goryu...
     Karie...
     |to vsplesk neuslyshannyj,
     vzdoh nerodivshijsya.
     |to ne prosto glaza, ch'i-to prizraki.
     |to segodnyashnij plach,
     soedinyayushchij dushi.
     Dyshi...
     v glubinu
     dyhaniya
     pronikayut
     karie...

     Dekabr', 1999 - Fevral', 2000 g.





     Oleg Malahov



     Rozovyj shoroh
     plat'ya...
     slabaya svyaz' s neposredstvennost'yu
     tvoih zamkov...
     moih cepej.
     Strannoe telo...
     svetlaya tochka v komnate.
     YA skryt sobstvennoj ten'yu.
     Stanovitsya zharko
     ot kasaniya luny tvoih korallovyh gub.
     YA na "Ferrari".
     Ty na tribune. Tebe idet tvoj platok.
     Sploshnoe gruboe sopernichestvo glaz.
     On propuskaet. Ty smotrish' v storonu.
     Mne nuzhen povorot. (Tvoj shoroh.)
     Ty kanalom snov samogo bespokojnogo goroda
     pogruzilas' v dekonstruktiv moih videnij,
     otrazilas' trassoj Monte-Karlo.
     V ostavshihsya zaezdah ya goryu.
     A ty uzhe - izmenchivost' korridy,
     razoblachenie tradicii ubijstva.
     Arena. SHum. Predchuvstvie.
     Sochuvstvie. Lyubov' v opilkah i peske,
     stekaet golos tvoih ven
     v chashechku moego vzdoha,
     kogda klinok v moih rukah...
     Rasshitaya zolotom smert'.
     Torreodor...
     A ty sklonilas' nado mnoj,
     nad vymyshlennym imenem,
     ya ranen,
     ty shepchesh' chto-to,
     slyshu shoroh...
     rozovaya rana ... a dal'she
     datchiki i diagrammy.

     18.10.1999 g.

     Oleg Malahov

     S lyubov'yu i radost'yu v glazah.






YA lyubil vas vchera dostoverno i nezhno...
ne kasayas' nog tam, gde svetitsya robost'...
v odinochku lovil vash potok ne iz slov, ne iz bukv, ne iz zhestov i vzglyadov,
ne myslej potok... v odinochku lovil vash potok...
eto vy vyli, vy li tak vyli...
ne znayu...ne znayu, kak s imenem vashim rasstat'sya.


Rekordy stavlyu...vybirayu skachki... celuyu vechnost' celuyu bescel'no...
progonyu skuku...razberu musor...v chashkah mnozhestvo snov o vetre...
rezko, no grustno spasaet liki nervno razbuzhennyj v stuzhu nozh.


Gluboko ... i net zhelaniya ...
storony sveta ohvacheny ... slabye ruki ...
bez pul'sa u samyh zapyastij ...

 pesnya
golos raskrylsya cvetkom
medlenno sypalsya zvuk lepestkov
iz chainok voznikshego plena


YA s razrezannym pal'cem pechatayu stroki
na zhasminovom krylyshke v noch' uletevshej,
kak v pesne o solnce, ishchu li v tunnelyah
rasplavlennyh ruk, peryshkom,
chast'yu namokshim, k schast'yu,
ranku kaplyami krovi chuzhoj pokryvayu.


Na raznyh bumagah ostayutsya moi imena...
na poverhnosti glaza, kotorym ty ishchesh' moj krest...
na bezzhiznennyh odeyalah,
na gubah, vdrug morskih i nemyh...
nevozmozhno chinit' prepyatstviya imenam, prevrashchaya ih v glyby...
oni mogut plyt' na ekran...
oni v ston zakradutsya besstydno...
pozyvnye ot neba do neba...
moe imya kuda-to ischezlo???
Uneslos' daleko...
nevosstanovimo zhurchanie nezhnyh kasanij imeni...imenem...
gde-to ego horonili...
gde-to zabyli o nem...

sentyabr', oktyabr', noyabr', 2000

Oleg Malahov




Klumba, zhurchanie,
ekvivalenty,
zavtra spasal v poslednih kaplyah ee zhidkosti
dvizhenie ruki po golomu zadu.
Predannost', umenie raskryt' neon v potoke gub
i obrechennosti resnic.
Poprobuyu, nashchupayu, otpravlyus' vzdohom
v rozovoe pyatnyshko na shcheke, v slomannyj nogot',
proignoriruyu allergiyu.
Svezhie niti gitary v ispanskom metro,
zazhim -- teoreticheskij uspeh v sotvorenii melodii,
idillii v rozhdenii
zvuchaniya
dolgozhdannogo zhurchaniya.



Mozhno stat' instrumentariem,
otkliknut'sya pri vozmozhnosti,
solnyshko s zapahom Evropy
stareet v proshchal'nyh strochkah
devushki-biologa.
Postojte.
Modul' otmenite, otdajte silu,
izuchaya anatomicheskoe stroenie cheloveka,
mozhno stat' otvertkoj
ili shtoporom,
i otprazdnovat' process vozniknoveniya
dyrochek na lyubimoj odezhde.





glaza amazonki v goryashchej posteli utrennih roz
zhdut menya
na kojke umershego v poliklinike
mednogo mesyaca
zheltoj sobaki
urbanisticheski rasstilaya resnicy moej rovesnicy
devstvennicy
chtoby ya znal ee plazmu glotka
pri nevroticheskom glyance merno vzdyhayushchej tishiny


devushki v krotkoj svireli neopytnogo pastushka
iskali plyvushchie skorbi otcov
a oni zhili v kazhdom uzore utoplennyh krikov ih irreal'nyh lyubovnic

05.03.01

Oleg Malahov





priobreti moyu skul'pturu v zhivom tele
tol'ko ne pleti moi ruki
v nemom nevode moem gorode slov ne volosy
vyrvetsya naruzhu s oruzhiem i orudiem slovarnyj zapas v rodine
ordene
ne mozhet zhe rezhe no
rozhe vse zhe rody vrode by bystrymi
lzhedvizheniyami v yarom skorom dorogom i ne prozhzhennom
ooooooooooooooooooooooooooooooo
byli by
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa ne ponyal
lyalyalyalyalyalyalyalyalyal
i ee razbili


vy menya ne ponyali ya ved' ne etot chelovek s korotkimi frazami vo rtu i
lipkimi pal'cami
ne uspevayushchij zamenit' svoego druga vypivaya za nego smertel'nuyu dozu
alkogolya
chelo u menya bedstvenno nepomerno umerennoe rokovoe i ne podlozhnoe a on
togda byl ne ryadom i ya vpisalsya v povorot a on ne byl ryadom chtoby ne
vpisat'sya
i ya nikogo ne prosil otkryvat' moyu tajnu ne s cel'yu pereraspredelit'
prioritety a tol'ko
dlya togo chtoby nedolgo ne podyskivat' sebe zamenu a ee uzhe podyskali

1.04.01
Oleg Malahov

inoe
neonovoe
neo novoe

07.05.01

oblakom rasstoyanij
mernym blikom v karton manekenov
pronikayut ulybki lyubovnic moih sluchajnyh nochej
gorodskimi stanovyatsya ruki napolnyayushchiesya salfetkami v kafeteriyah i
restoranah
ranami slishkom rano otkryvaetsya novyj sezon
vspyat'
navsegda
kak ugodno
glavnoe
ne zabyvat' zapah lyubimyh snov

07.05.01




reorganise me till complete complain
with oaring devil's name while having bright discussion to somebody
claim my waiver till the end of everything
of personification
grab ideas running wild through poetry in boots of extra large
glance memorising someone else with eyes of no conformity and playing character
god buys in tropical embraces
some decorations gone in vain no less so temporary needed
to note conclusion in her kiss under her open waves of eyebrows recall between the sense and matrimony
lock of condition lack of luck and look of light lit misery of love


lease me in intro
true
nuisance I am in ad
amine aid
amen
men
end

24.04.01

 Hopeful.

There is a positive degradation,
admirable, marvelous, undeniably truthful.
Liquor is drunk, sofa is occupied,
smoke of my cigarette touches your beautiful wrinkle.
Stay with your rose, create me inside.
I'll be still virtual enough.
Read me and breath me...me.


 Openhearted boy-friend.

He doesn't pay, he loves you, yes, he does.
He needs your ruined parts, your fat blue eyes,
your moving, your disintegrated, your obsessive rhyme of eyes...
be indicated in his mouth...and feel your indication in his mind.

August, 2000
Kiev


I do not fear pleasing your disappearance
kissing your membership in club of pagan women
outside all seminars particularly trying to lie near your lie.
Relieve.
No heart can stand this miss.

21.03.01,
Kiev




Moskovskie stihi...

 **
Nonetheless straying away from more than hundred dicks she seeks for the adequate birth inside ...... crusty and nasty voluptuously dreaming I stare at starry route
knuckling the tombs
appeal in a night
rub me
no more pretension

31.10.01, Moscow

decoration of your hearts within the session of unknown seminars impresses much and gladly I get blown by your availability to
fuck with it

1.10.2001

 **
ne pomeshchayutsya
 glaza
v sezonnyh
 yarmarochnyh zhestah na perekrestkah
vseh respublik i associacij
 v poslednem cvete yablok na ploshchadke detskih
    poceluev
s kostochkoj v rukah chuzhogo solnechnogo vspleska
 imenem na yazyke
 v bezdne nepostoyanstva
 ili bez dejstvitel'nosti gde-to vozle vzglyada
glaz
ispugannyh
razdetoj nemoshchnost'yu sna

  noyabr', 2001

 **
dust memory sensing sailing straws of bamboo flow in toes of middle autumn
crazy we all
astonished
fabulous dreams are harrowing furore hidden in glances beneath voluptuousness inhale
addressing to boys and girls with colourless mud on hearts ingrained
and transparent minds lots for behind-leaving-behind

strayed

initiation tissue in sitting system of insane tins
so lucky light installed with stain material and rings memorials splashed all around the flaming figures
recording voices any click in this community is stressed
strange how it is

 **
me (why is it first) indeed
even the evening evidence is vague voting in vacuum vastness of void
me in vain

 **
Moscow,
Sentiments over the backyards outside the business activities
14.11.2001



 **
volatile i draw you

15.11.2001

 **
flying laying love
beneath above

15.11.2001

(Devushka v zone moego dyhaniya pila vodu vodopada, prevrashchayas' v nebesa, otryvayas' ot zemli, ne kasayas' snezhnyh vershin.
looming
in my feasible hand paintings
strojnaya kolliziya shtorma
fugitiveness deliberately offloaded fusions of phantoms with
ya li li ya
ty li li ty
ty ya ya ty
li ya ya li
liliya)

Bezlikij

bez bezvetriya
ya
esli by vse bylo
tak
kak ty narisovala v svoej odinokoj zapisnoj knizhke
kotoruyu
pomnish'
ya poteryal v voobrazhenii
kak budto ty ee nashla
i sterla v pamyati
spasenie na
bez bezvetrie
nadezhdu na pogruzhenie bez medlennogo stona
kak bylo ran'she
pomnish'
kogda teryaya adres i pod®ezd
rastorgnutogo pakta
bezvetrennee stali ruki
obychnee i ne neobhodimee sbegalis' stroki v brovi
gde ty zhdesh'
ne p'esh'
zakazyvaesh' i ne p'esh'
standartno trogaesh'
kak bylo tam
na bashne
pomnish' ne menya
no zhdesh' i pishesh'
delimye na ty i ya
ne imena
a podrazhanie komu-to iz velikih

25.03.02



 nachinaya

neumerennye vozglasy
smotret' v glaza
upav v dnevnuyu drozh' vsego nezapominayushchegosya
usmiriv bol'nuyu
pojmav neskol'ko vzglyadov v poliklinike
i ne soobraziv naskol'ko slozhnym mozhet byt' uchastie v lyubvi k
kakim-nibud' iz nih

7.04.02

 spasaya boleznennoe sostoyanie

otojdi
v nuzhnuyu storonu
ZHak skazal tebe
ne delaya tebe priyatno
a hotelos'
o
trivial'no ulybajsya
dlya kinokamery
i
popadi na stol moih videnij
v kotoryh
ty
princessa
odeta vyzyvayushche
i bolee togo
snimayushchaya
to
chto mne meshaet trogat' tvoe telo
ty zhdesh'
a ya uzhe ne smog i vse zakonchil
chto budet zavtra
ty pridesh'??????????????

7.04.02

 **
krepite parusa k moim zapyast'yam
otchekan'te numizmaticheski bescennye kupyury
kurite bez menya
glaza
ne bespokojte
poiskom zvuchanij
vletayushchih v dvernye shcheli
i ne tolpites' v prohodah moih myslej
dumat' slozhno
k vam ne obrashchayas'
prosachivayas' vnutr' kazhdogo iz
vas

7.04.02


 **
raskayanie
raspleskivanie
rasprostertoe
raspitoe glotkami strastnymi
v starinnyh zamkah
strojnost' tel
v sostave ne hvataet sery i sostarivshihsya glaz
v prostore morya seksual'nyh rybok
nametilis' kruizy
ustavshih ot lyubvi
prakticheski uchenyh
nominantov na premiyu za vklad v razvitie
bespechnoj chuvstvennosti
bez parodij drug na druga
puskayushchihsya v put'
na poisk manuskriptov
i tonushchih v nevedomyh glubokovodnyh vpadinah
zachem-to im postavyat pamyatnik
na ostrove svyatoj Eleny

8.04.02


 **
list'ya
kollizii ozonopogloshcheniya


 **
isterzannaya Tereza
stervozno rezala bumagu
istorii svoej bolezni
reshitel'no davaya vsem ponyat'
naskol'ko bezobrazno
samorazoblachenie


 **
smeyas' nad samimi soboj ya ni na shutku rassmeyalsya



  (*_*)


 **
bezvkusie ..
odinokie pocelui
chuzhih gub

 **
mozgi v molekulyarnom razreze
neuzheli tak chasto my zadumyvaemsya o vselennoj
i o svoej roli v ee stroenii
trebovatel'nost' vo vzglyadah
reguliruemyh molekulami mozga
i obeshchaniya lyubit' zastyvshej grudoj besprichinnosti i bespovorotnosti sobytij
otkryli vzoram medsester raspuhshie ot osoznaniya bessmyslennosti bytiya mozgi

9.04.02

 **
the soul photographer
imaginary in the nights of sweet illusions never being actualised
whispering names of those who got unstrained
without breathing in theatres
all i need but you
the tests to feel responding to the norms
restricting inner pleasures
coffee scent in Venice
chestnuts in Paris
and global south-east
and global sense of feeling i'm asleep while
all i need but you
the same desire as it was a year ago
today
and
never
sending letters to LA
some place to hide fresh sperm after recurrent masturbation
as if continuing your kiss
and separation
all i need but you

15.04.2002

 **
teplyj kofe
uzhe bez zapaha
na gubah i spyashchaya staruha
razorvav serdce v kloch'ya
zapivaet bol' kartinno i uvlechenno vziraya vokrug
ni na kom ne ostanavlivaya glaz i taya v kofejnom
sumbure bez zapaha
ostyvshego kofe
amur prihodil za chashkoj v polden' i
sahar ego shchek zastavil moloden'kuyu molochnicu
ukusit' ego i poprosit' ego pozvolit' ej
napoit' ego svoim grudnym molokom i
svoim ego

22.04.02

 **
nothing any more
just outside the door
knowing no names
crying
undrained
by the way where is my time
who lost it
i never could trust any one
they just used to take my time for
reamed realm
delusively leaping
in
and
there's no doubt
you'd stolen what i dreamt of
being a child
am i creeping now

24.04.02

 **
teper' idu
perenoshu perenosicu v nuzhnuyu storonu
ronyayu
menee agressivno celuyu
tvoj naveki
veki
sov
padenie
deyanie
ot
mora k moryu
idu teper'

26.04.02

 **
vyshe vashego mneniya tem ne menee
rukoj zastavlyaya sebya ne sderzhivat' osemenenie krovatej i kovrov
nastraivayus' na rasstroennost' i stressy
posle togo kak vam ne udalos' razrezat' rovnymi kusochkami moi slova
rastoptat' ih sostavlyayushchie
svirepo vpit'sya v kozhu moih fraz
i bezzastenchivo stravit' svoih gigantskih psov na moih slabyh koshek

22.05.2002


 **
eto plat'e na kostylyah vozdushnyh
(vy sprosite)
dohodya do bar'era produktovyh lachug s otshlifovannym golosom komendanta
gladkovybrityj raznorabochij dopolnyal svoim maslyanym vzglyadom nerazborchivyj smeh
bezdomnyh
v dovershenie byli stony rezchikov kozhi lica
nahodivshihsya v nedrah nevedeniya
kogda malyshka-golubka obescvetila grust' svoih tajnyh lyubovnyh fantazij
gorech' pamyati i dolgodnevnoe toroplivoe libo raschetlivoe pogloshchenie piva v kolichestve
stressa
zdes' i devushka Ol'ga stupaet v beskryloe peklo raspyatij bescel'nyh dorog
budto von' etih lestnic i vodostokov zapolnila zdaniya skorb'yu
teh
kto ne videl kak ruki stanovyatsya sklepom
i kak szhigayut stal'nye tela matrosov
kto ne slyshal gortannoj steny rydanij rasprostertoj vo mgle Venery
oskolki molitv i pesnopenij kotoroj leleyal krovavyj Ares
dozhevyvayushchij ch'e-to serdce kazhdyj raz
kogda razryvayut mogily v poiskah syna
i ryadom dozornye bez respiratorov nemeyut ot radioaktivnyh radug
(ili mansardy zlosti otkryli nebu tlennost' detskoj nevrastenii)
kto ob®yasnit
chto proishodit s telom
esli ono prevrashchaetsya v mozg.......

Vesna, 2001 -- 15.08.02

Moskva


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