I wiped my spectacles.
I was going to breathe one last time on the glass,
one more time
and from carelessness touched it with my lips,
unsuccessfully leaving a visible trace
on a lens too sensitive to what shouldn't be there.
and I had to wipe it again
and breathe again
and perhaps
I fell into recursion
endlessly wiping my glasses
and kissing the glass
at the wrong moment.
just as inappropriately
and awkwardly
like that time saying goodbye
some years ago
although I could have done without it,
just a polite wish for the evening
and shaking hands would do.  Forgive me.

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я протёрла очки.
собралась напоследок дыхнуть на стекло
ещё один раз
и от неаккуратности прикоснулась губами,
неудачно оставив избыток следа
на не терпящей лишнего линзе.
и пришлось протирать ещё раз
и дышать ещё раз
и, возможно,
я попала в рекурсию,
без конца протирая очки
и целуя стекло
в неудачный момент.
так же неподходяще,
неуместно,
как в тот раз на прощание,
тому несколько лет,
хотя надо было бы обойтись
вежливым пожеланием вечера
и пожатием рук. Извини.

When the heat death arrives
an out of this universe transcendent van, -
a concert will explode from a nebula
with an unreleased set of discographies.
Deafening without a tuner,
will bubble up the dust of empires and nitrites.
A sand formation 
of all that used to be grunge and Madrid
will sweep by like a storm
above a penultimate horse head.

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Когда подъедет тепловая смерть
как вневселенский трансцедентный рафик, —
взорвётся из туманности концерт
неизданным десятком дискографий.
Без тюнера бабахнет глухотой,
всклокочет пыль империй и нитритов.
Над предпоследней конской головой
бураном пронесётся пыльный строй
всего, что было гранжем и Мадридом.

there's just no base for a happiness
there's as well no base for a chance
no miracles're left but the crappiest tricks 
not even enough to expand
the unnatural plague of the common cold
death from running nose as a joke
everyone will forever be masked and blindfold
now that goodness has been awoke

hey brother that's a public road
and you can slowly go to hell
that’s not a last one blow as well
your species i will soon demote
to simple silent watchers
race means nothing
you are a reptile
a heavy russian projectile
is now parked here with a grace

parking in the driveway to hell
blocking access for fallen angels
both god and devil are extremely unhappy
i’m technically trespassing
not a single law of the universe
they say that doom is coming
but i am happily sleeping
as long as it is dark outside

antisocial contacts are contagious as hell
but psychosis of black and off-white shades of pale
will preclude an infection of infamous covid
and riots will appear on the thread tightly woven
but i wonder whose scissors will cut it

it's not exactly possible to say
whose action triggered apocalypse
called the horses
but our world is now full of those winged ponies
white red black pale
the devil put his cutie marks
the world is doomed

mendel rulez darwin sux
apple trees will bloom on mars

when i pursue a kill
I'm freeing my bill
from all remnants of civilization
let the fleet fill the void
i've been lately employed
to condemn the decree of carnation

death is out
life is in
unfamiliar halloween
time and space in our eyes
we're beholders
let's be nice