my crocodiles

Иван Земляков
I heard a shot,
I remember where,
Black horror flowing hand,
Black horror stuck in my head,
And Democrats broke password
Pierce my brain,
It hurts me.
The body, chewing gum, stretched out in bed,
He glanced around and his eyes were ill,
Thoughts caught in a complex trap,
Hunger always has feet.
Poison the love, jump out the window,
Now on the dick,
Now it is all the same,
Or buy all the wine in the county,
Generously fill, faceted glass,
By the opening run in the supermarket,
Or in the neck with a knife held
There will be no treachery,
There will be no love,
Or in the "Garden", "wheel" swallow,
Do not think about anything,
All forget!
let burn down the street screaming,
Let occur
At least some changes,
In numbed apartments
Transformations in the toilets,
Where is behind the wall,
There are some fuck,
And my crocodiles sleep on the ceiling.