(Transcript of interrogation degraded the royal jester in receiving mental health clinic)
... Yeah, I like Mayakovsky, who wanted to be understood
His country, the part where the sound of nerves
Overworked, parched unmercifully
Where this sound like a requiem for other sounds.
The sound of our song called.
But it seems will go - party. I came out of merrymaking.
So go out into the rain, cursing without a cigarette.
So out of order, erasing from the face expression
Gear, hiding the pain from the worn out tooth -
And disorder mechanism of the cuckoo,
Broadcasting congregation put a voice
Not to miss a bunch of oil, and molasses -
"... Navsevolyabozhiya navsevolyabozhiya ... ... on ..."
Paused and looks around - where her children, the nest ...
Prokukovana life. Served.
I break, I go down, I hand back
Polished by thousands of submissive throat
Oath.
Sickening.
In pride, as though the Ilyushin in the self-propelled gun.
"God is love. Love for the enemy? Does the enemy?
Task for a lifetime - to place commas.
God - is - love. I - have - an apostate.
God-is ... I love ... ... God knows.
Is. In fact - the good news.
Good News, comrade senior lieutenant
State churching, dumb.
From the worn plate (who remembers) Needle cuts
Only gnash, which pulls in the third
Kukushkin zaunyvyu.
And now it's ringing, the lieutenant, which has already been said
This sound - that a screwdriver, come unscrewed inside
Out-of-service mechanism
Retreating from the duty of-bolvanennosti soul.
Is easier to say, this sound - for me.
Is easier to say - wait a minute, do not write and let me smoke -
That the word "truth" comes from the "plaintiff",
Then there is something which requires not just attention,
Is not a simple answer, but repentance and punishment
Implies the use of words.
And what is the Spoken Word? Here it is.
Yes cello any more talk about faith!
Woman, comes to life in the hot hands,
Tight out of steam in your ear without any words
Real, given eternal life.
Yes, of course, he was saying and writing, and spend.
But - do not give out the truth!
Is not selling.
Over their heads.
Released into the air tire holder.
Death - is the door. Poor locked. Ugly door.
Rusty hinges derive less gnashing of teeth.
When the wind, the lieutenant, the changes from the side
Door a little shakin ', (which happens more often at night
Or in a shelter for the elderly -
There day and night), the hinges creak, resonate
In the mouth and irritate the throat and fingers -
Then get out to God (or what really is there)
Light so-called "words".
To be incompatible with life and sleep
Creaking hinges. Give me another cigarette. Write.
I'm out of order, as the organ of hearing.
Literature I still have a place there, even on all fours,
But down listening reverently "cuckoo"
I'm leaving krutnuvsheysya sleeve - right.
I wanted to be understood. I've heard the expression "God is my witness"?
So if you really see, but do not frighten;
If it's true I am, despite the expanded booth
Here on earth, under its brand name -
He sees right through without a word erasures.
Sees through, like a boy flattened nose
O glass trams thundering through my sternum.
We're even. Hopefully, we're even.
Which, though not fond of each other, and not listening to us,
But as they could - honestly tried to understand.
And as they could - invented each other.