Violin was torn to pieces begging,
And then broke out in tears
That Drum couldn't handle it any longer,
Heavy as a blow.
'Render unto Caesar what is Caesar's- to God what is God's.'
I will sew myself black trousers
from the velvet of my voice.
And from three yards of sunset, a yellow blouse.
You think malaria makes me delirious?
dreaming on a softened brain,
like an over-fed lackey on a greasy settee,
with my heart's bloody tatters I'll mock again;
if stars are lit
it means - there is someone who needs it.
It means - someone wants them to be,
Tobacco smoke has consumed the air.
is a chapter in Kruchenykh's inferno.
You have passed, as they say, into worlds elsewhere.
Fly, cutting your way into starry dubiety.