Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky
And Could You? - Poem by Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky
I suddenly smeared the weekday map
splashing paint from a glass;
On a plate of aspic
the ocean's slanted cheek.
On the scales of a tin fish
I read the summons of new lips.
could you perform
a nocturne on a drainpipe flute?
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