Ind love. GRIGORY SAHAROV

dream.

      Electric moan.

      I wake up.

      Nobody.

      I wake up.

      Nothing.

      Electricity.

      One.

      Electricity.

      It.

      * * *

      I didn’t love you

      But I shared your pain

      Even though I didn’t want it

      * * *

      Everything disappeared.

      Everything will disappear.

      And there is nothing for us to talk about.

      That’s just to stand.

      It’s just to smoke.

      Everything disappears.

      Forever.

      But it’s a joy.

      No problem.

      * * *

      The adversaries applaud.

      Earrings-teeth-rings shine.

      The waves are splashing.

      Easier…

      Easier…

      Easier…

      Eternity…

      * * *

      The door opens…

      Behind her is a room.

      And behind it is another room.

      And behind it, too, is a room.

      But different.

      AND.

      I AM.

      * * *

      One night I escaped from captivity

      Of your hate

      Of my lust

      Your greed

      Of your affection

      Your dominion

      One night I escaped from captivity

      One night I escaped from captivity

      One night I escaped from captivity

      * * *

      Culture is a gun!

      Explore it!

      Lubricate it!

      Collect it!

      Charge it!

      Put it on safety.

      * * *

      POETRY

      No, we didn’t betray you.

      Wanted.

      But they couldn’t.

      You have grown in us through everything,

      Don’t rush and don’t delay.

      And we, thanking and cursing,

      Follow you.

      * * *

      Aged funny pretentious boys,

      Aged funny pretentious girls

      They meet each other in inexpensive eateries in Moscow and St. Petersburg

      And they drink alcohol

      They meet each other in the district libraries of Moscow and St. Petersburg

      And read poetry to each other.

      And often good ones.

      Such meetings also take place in the provinces,

      At the same time, the quality of alcohol and poetry is worse there.

      They all want to be heard

      And they don’t want to listen.

      So they want to be loved

      (For their poems and for themselves)

      And they don’t want to love.

      But it has to.

      * * *

      It is already light in the forest, but still quiet.

      All the animals are still sleeping in their minks,

      Gathering strength for a new day.

      Pretty soon they’ll be fucking and gnawing each other again

      Reproduce their own kind and get food for them.

      And in your free time, have fun.

      But now they are sleeping…

      And I don’t sleep.

      * * *

      Decided to play with me?

      I decided to lose.

      You have had many paths.

      You could be any of these people.

      But you chose your fate.

      Now you have only one way.

      No, two, I’m lying —

      But both are beautiful

      Or they will bury you in a coffin

      Or you will be buried without a coffin.

      * * *

      We are on the subway.

      You are sitting opposite.

      I’m sitting opposite.

      Someone forgot something.

      I want,

      For you to do it.

      Do you want,

      For me to do it.

      We are walking through the village.

      Someone is third.

      Do you want,

      For me to stay.

      Do you really want

      For me to stay forever?

      * * *

      One day

      I was dying of hunger and thirst.

      From thirst and hunger

      I AM

      Was dying.

      But here it turned out

      It’s just a carnival…

      * * *

      Zero emerges from heaven.

      Zero arises from the earth.

      Zero penetrates the height.

      Zero penetrates deep.

      Follow him now and here.

      After all, that is what Love is.

      After all, that is what It is.

      Then, once upon a time…

      * * *

      Live for a second…

      Live for a second…

      Live for a second…

      And die, die, die.

      Well, what about after?

      Well,