Я срываю чеку и всплываю, как Город...

[miiir]

Via: lxe ex под шесть глаз

It returned to my joint as an illness uncured
stroking wildly - the scrolls hardly make any sense
sneaked an innocent spark into needle-leaf fluid,
spat around mortiferous microcells.
Be right back - spray the boundary area hunter
drunk on radon escape, cellar passages wallow
feel like home, explore the hospitable heartland,
keep the curse off these walls.

...there are gifts for you, darling - greet me at the door
wolf black powder, bread - drop no grain of the snack,
human salt in the juice of an ear-cut dollar
handfuls of charley horse, samples in the backpack.
All the king's men are in, armed with good old liquor,
I am wagging the knife in the garlic and meat,
I am raising my glass
...but the gate turned a brick wall.
you don't notice me.

not a wreck is an itch, not a praise is aligning
by the heather wine waves I'm ejecting concealed
through the fur of the firs to the evergreen light
I am pulling the pin to emerge like a city,
I stand up like Chicago built from the nuts
where a covert insider goes missing to science
quiet beak to the eyeball lens - stopping at nothing -
taking root in the sight.