Genia Gurarie — EHTO AMERICAN JEEP (NA MASHU SHARAPOVU) WHO'S THE PRETENDER? "NOT EXEMPLARY, NOT A TRAINER"

(M. Scherbakov)

Without a goal, a road, through vagaries of earth

We walk, a polyglot, in rut, of middle birth

And someone calls us nut, because of a degree

And this I can agree

But manakens —— but manekens —— are only glad and free!

We menstruate in blogs —— we frog down in squat rack

And we beseach our fucks because of a train wreck

In Chatsworth, where choefer was chatting on AOL

And girl wasn't doing well

But for one hundred passengers it was all living hell...

Surrender all your rights, the court Boca Raton;

We see flourescent lights from Corvettes by the bon

Bon candy store by canister of Lublu —-

Who can buy that food glue?

It's my Michelle —— I'm doing well

Thank Brian for the crew...

Sonatier, Distempered Sloganer, 2014. Theoretical Bomb

(M. Scherbakov)

Has it actually happened? Spots gave way to a purposed design;

Clueless, what it was apt on, has forfeited each trace of a line;

What was ferretting vainly blossomed stunningly within a glow

For the evening insanely it couldn't even low.

And today, it has gathered: being conformed to, and followed a path:

And the uselessness tethered and the vanity found it repast,

And it's hard to get faster at believing what happened to day

But literally yester all was leagues away.

And yet, yesterday rocky were relationships even at rest;

Capitally unlucky one was, feeling the worst and the best.

What variety of cards seemed to trump the antecedent ones

But the game fell to cowards and loss took on ponce.

The Financial sector was retreating, the treatment was deaf;

The Protection lost vector; and the code was of memory bereft

And the structure of on-view, voicing traitorship losing all fears,

From the shame and dishonor-you delved into tears!

Through the holes in the cordon, leaked away educational layer,

Through the holes in the ozone atmosphere was just oozing aglare,

Through the holes in the lawzone castigations were reaching their scope

Because nothing was awesomely kept on a rope.

Populace was savaging, cultured fare was discounted to swoon,

Noone anymore raging, about equipping ski-packs at noon.

No one raved at the sunset to a river with reed to the toy:

You couldn't weep at the M-HAT or melt at Bolshoy...

The professional's dances were bespeaking themselves not awhole;

The rhyme-mongerer's stanzas were de-rhymestering out of control;

The clarinet virtuoso without happiness blew in the tube

Because that's not what also was meant for Ice Cube!

The constructions-lace furnished were outshuddered by panel debris —-

From the ferris of fortune there was nothing to look on, or pee!

And when casually it fathomed to attract a bechildrened step-in

The wheel wouldn't be liaisoned to any function;

And today, it got running, all the motionless started to revv,

Learned it all to the stunning, organized to deprave and to brave,

Stopped stagnating precisely, self-intuited the hidden force

And intuited wisely salvational course!

The cardplayer rebounded... azure skies have rekindled their face;

The faith-speaker and Christ-curse by the beach bonfire made an embrace

And the punishing organ, having guessed the approriate sign

Is responding sans auguring their knowledge turned fine...

The Guard-soldier repostured, crooked the doctor of arts, crafts and science

The earth-plower came urging and evictingly plowed the old lines;

Architector came running and went drawing the Capitol gear;

The new vector is stunning, the new goal is clear.

Newly, dances and stanzas are embellishing lushly the courts

Where the olds knowing answers irrevocably give up the hoarse

And in hairy old basements the fresh youth doesn't yell, doesn't spit

For in reading commences prefers it to sit!

Everything heard a ruble. Fell in love with just forming a row:

The Chef Pavel is brewing the dry fruit in a stagnant aglow,

And by instance, Chef Peter places margarine in semoline;

The cordons show a beater, Bolshoy —— Lohengrin.

And sugued without fainting, elocutional not resting place

Scowling, soughing and dainting he, who brought our new freedom disgrace

Realizes there's no one to be disputing over a debt

But it's not for him over to be arguing over that yet!

He is slashing with anger; is assuring his honor's at stake,

And the debts he does hanker to offer to God knows whom at wake,

With a deed, if not parcel, to pay men by the squat's second set —-

So you go to that car, soul step in and pay-sweat.

The carsaunas, wayfarer, by the way are kept clean —— custom geared:

There you do have to pay her for the drinks and the service not feared.

There massaging you keptly, a young beauty will show you the welt,

And the credit card wetly will sink down her belt.

Maybe, steambaths will tell you to redubitate the old aplomb:

You were fleeing your failure but success is around the next bomb

And it's easy to jetzt get, even if Moscow's map is a maze;

Bridge's name is Kuznetsky and then it's crossways!

My congrats —— it has happened, revocated, and hence to the close

Unexhibiting latern, I'm informing the ladies and those —-

Let them use the old hiccup to pass down to the end of purlieus:

Laying flowers by your knee-cap, imbibing the smoke-hose, endearing the heels.

Joe Cotten of the Other Movie; Knows Relief

(Mihail Scherbakov)

Amenably prodigious; and rotten to the core embracing lighter chairs

I judge myself fortuitously last night uncovetously

A school boy newly disciplined, into an Asian mouth big-orbitting

I claim investments, returns doe-eyed coarsely exhorbitting...

How pawned I Hart Crane avidly, let nowly the appraiser you mislead,

My musically Harlem brings a disco Gaynor to the teeth...

The airodrome La Guardia untabulates the tracklines fine and beat

Uncaravagio to San Francisco

Four hours under sheaths.

There's no use to pay secondhands —— electric innocuities and vibes

Insouciantly scarletted the unserenest shoreline,

Obeyed to wholly integers, displaying the habitual assets

And the acuteness of aim to save honor made hardly frets

Thought seriously, escapage across the hundredscore and twenty states

(Among which New York Brooklynage is only chocolate bite and sleep)

Is unfiscal amenity of reading ads on trains and curing zits

But 5 minutes ago it listlessly unrated, just jeepers creep!

The distance came azurious, Azerbajdzhanian almost in reserve,

Not copiously Moldavian and nothing with Armenia...

I see the rails Magestrial, like Bach's surrogate hand, and Hitchcock's perve,

But really it's Ed Koch's unmoral restrail behind rats' nerve,

And though the rivers rescue me, Rasputinly, like hero crucified

And white its unique color, but I crave to phantasize the end

Of his horrendous influence that starts from the New Balance nine and a half wide

Amorphous from the martsipans and Belgian netto sold bellishments...

The Ocean Drive cocktailery, like cutlery sold earlier in the age,

Sent apes to my ordinary, and dominant ambitions...

And I no longer trolley sphere —— exhibiting the hemi, in college,

I perstigate myself with measured hems and cull equipage;

Electrical embarrassment exists for nothing straight-postured and free —-

And victims of philosophy'll be some one other, than the Mate!

The airodrome La Guardia untabulates the tracklines souciantly

Bihemispherical to San Francisco

And clerically chemical —— don't call it alchemy, that wants to be

Procrusteanly mescluned.

Dry Vodka, Drunk by Galich

(Mihail Scherbakov)

Whazup, trunk of a cord of a stomach?

On a airy Jeep hump in Potomac

I discovered a dithering hammock

And converted it into a cob

Whose web spun into leathering gump bits...

Let there just be a flourish of trumpets

And it's time to prefer drugs to dumb pits,

To exclusion, of cherries, to snub!

And so many of us in the pit of

Foundation, where derelict Bitov

Reinacted professorship... "quit off"

And serene and desist and vulgar,

Be obliged to recede to a suitor,

What alternative vulgar and cuter,

Her, ev'n though she's a daily commuter

From suburbia to Trafalgar!

Where I got is marasmus forgotten...

Senile drivel of years unbegotten

Where a dog smacks of a Baden-Baden

Residence of old Nietzsche in Prague

And I, higher than Moon in a standing

(For which plentiful is understanding)

Am ferociously seiving and banding

(Threat from prose, in a poetry, vague)!

Latent menial work in a order

By patrol, that can't stand its own border

But, when seeing a dog, calls a porter

And forewiens the philosopher Haund...

Intravenous across the garmoshka,

I ain't crossing my hands —— ne "nemnozhko"...

But for me, each physician's Porsche

(And besides, from each Stallion a mound)!

Coincidentally sans incident,

Even dentally, without a predent

Aiming forwardly, scheduling three-days

In advance, to vacate us of sprite...

Bending laple and stroking coefficient

I occur to myself quite proficient

But not nearly as tsar and efficient

As old Galich who went and got bite!

Ajai, California Finally Anal, No Thanks to Lena (Menial Labor?)

(M. Scherbakov)

Truly an instructor trainal, can't refrain net-gossamer weaving for the fut-

Ure, in a gay A-shirt, geisha following precisely from the concert to cashpeau

Rendezvous you can't refute

At the Red Square at 1 hour,

Whitsun weddings, Whitsun weddings, 5 min to prepare.

Au pair?

Enter poorly by ex-thrasher ridig Bridgit the epistolary Europe at all sides,

Rebentrop's on South Beach

In Miami, where it's dentured densely on the armyleader

And Adriana post-mortem

Any longer who's the lifter

On Fairmount

Pepper Pike now —— how I got there by Fellini, I cannot tergiversate

Too much stardust in hell, and Greenlandia mine

Keeps on lying to the tableau's

In the plane's tempestuous cabin,

Where Drakhixa has established

Her innocuous positions

And lies low

Are you slow?

Per Enflo, at the house dixiland is luridly sagating unto early close up shop

And the fear of laminating in lieu putting up succinctly, indivvying roots or closures, all the use

Technological advantages simply to help refuse

And an only Cindarella showing up to call you fella

And to lave you in Hecuba, and in Hollywood think Cuba

Cuba Gooding or's it maybe Forrest Whit-

aker, aker God's and Land's end later

On the other side of greater

I-5 road, than 415 there, as the Country of Cretinia

Breaks your bank

Tank?

Lucifer

From here to kennel,

Men all?

Empty Scull From Abroad Languid Tone, Threatening The Knowledge Of English (One answer —— Lutein)

(Mikhail Scherbakov)

Grease helps establish a baroque como esta and why a rogue

And always answer is serene —— you're a professor spleen...

I knew its levity by heart and in depravity could start

To desolate precise day, two with how do you do,

To threaten by a birch's bark for how she goes to churches dark

And there besmirches living tongue into fair roach's lung!

One needs ten steps and forty moons to coalesce and play a loon

But to play mobster in disguise one needs net cluster... lies:

Falsetto's false, the heel is crooked; the thirty-two teeth look like hooved —-

Teamsterial tutorial makes me say "sorry all"...

Like Gorbachev-Bichevskaya, by goblet each, Granevskaya

Forswearing twine from gamadril, that lived in Israel!

Someone in terror to die young, when he's played freely Jean Poplan

And frequented by Jesuit who has been told not yet

Can well expect accusation for being John Jameson by the shin

And yet Jim Bean by starry calf, indeed clever by half

But once not twice —— you can't be sued twice having lived (in your pursuit)

With too much clay, and too much calk... to earn my lay, I stalk;

Remains to hang, and to subdue ambition play without ado

And to berate and to espouse: how do you rate my nous?

First Intellectual Treatment of Lime Disease Forgoing Ziggy Stardust

(Mikhail Scherbakov)

Left meaning to the East in an intense show coach,

by sinking-in incense and penitentiary stogies

no matter what locale bestows —— for best approach

not hammering on moments, either firy, hot or gorgeous!

Calmari from Ukraine bespeak Satyrikon,

no questions of Yukon and lackadaisically few of

the classic musical called Can't go? I'll go on

with violins upfront and clarinets playing only Fugue!

Malaka, Oberlin, Falaka, Erenburg,

Tanaka, Uppercut, gondola, hole, hypotenuse...

obscond and intricate mint integer and erg

as we all have agreed at the return of Wiederreise!

The Hamburgian account is definitely left

accusative of beige, imported and unrectangular,

arrived at Armory and Aymerie hogcleft

all Heine and excuse to be so abberantly peddler!

Longevity Cape Cod beleaguers us and calls,

belabors to arrange, unBeatrice us, and challenge

(I almost said of "nas") —— how are you gonna pass?

However oft deranged in countenance, syringe is midrange...

Immediate bypass, enameled Oggi read

incognito in droves and insagatious in kintrees

like kitten crossed the road and leotard took green

and unitard took heart I'm not a retard in your mantri...

Here tigers have a name —— here's Caliostro, Pride,

Laticia and Commercewolf, obloquely and pedantly

and even catch some birds: Annetta, Springfield, Clyde

Connecticut, Bernstein, not gallantly, but delegantly...

Or chary a museum, where several Van Gogh

Messina and Scorsese autoportraits hang in clearings...

A lawsuit hanging posed —— "domino POV"

and always apropos, but why be asking about these things?

And soon it's by our side, the solid sought-for shore —-

tempestuously girding and engurgling promontory

will hint and squint and flint, that our race's nevermore

that over is the run replete with goal but meaning? Sorry!

When one dyslexic cop by name of Beowulf

corrects us on geometry and blind is to inducements

we need Herostratus upon the stage to goof

and wait for the Amtrak but that's off track and we are bull ride...

May rusty as King Lear upon the photo scowled

a tide will lay and rush, procliving knee and stroking ankle

celestial obtuse and dainty lift afowled

by casual jurie may lay in sconce and save our ventricle...

A bow Fontanka calls, bethighs and prophesies

beswans the intrepid and hinting to him, he's not stupid

sends caverns up his lungs, who torrided our tries

to go at it alone and at the closeline meat the Cupid.

The stagecoach will calmarse, helarse, and sosegarse...

and clemency refrain, collapse in olygarch and vanish

and we are drinking rum, and we are speaking arse!

and we are planning mountaintrips and now we're speaking Spanish...

Analysis of Boston Stomachs (Girls')

(M. Scherbakov)

At first, I lived subliminally without a manifestation,

Crossed Sister Carrie with Bostonites —— excuse me, Bostonians

But after, after trepangs have won, I entered each deli ration

In Chinatown, and I read reviews of dishes by Tony's fans!

The dishes were curfew of a rock —— the rock cafe for the masses,

Devoid of franchise and underground, as Alice at M.I.T.

To whom giving guesting nude massage embarrassed but never asses —-

She never turned around and displayed the usher part of the tee....

Embarrassingly, all the times have passed in Hollywood by Florida —-

So Russians pronounce the trashy words denotating the vulkans...

Escuse me for inappropriate disservice to hotter-bigger...

I still don't have place to stay at, and pan cooks cakes in at Lowell, Mass.

How was the party, I predicted by lividly demagoguing

The Gog and Magog with the Gogol-mogul was mixed up as a mogul

But the main frustration was offices of such careering groggy

As in John Babbitt's novel Main Street and that is across the schull...

The rest is told by Tigress in pegnoir and Fast Times at Ridgemont...

Enrichment of the uranium took Genia out of NJ!

Enticement of debt-encompassment decompassed the camp abridgement

And compost became the main student diet displayed on their stomachs —— gray!

Dreading Evgeny Rein Cry for Suicide did you Notice? (OKUDZHAVA KILLED ME BY OFTEN SHOWING UP) (V. Vysotsky)

To be a driving horse —— I could've deadened;

To celebrate the jubilee —— and out

But I observed that 10 years is no legacy of Land's end,

There's beer across the street to be without!

And still —— leak in a little borzhom gas

For the ten years —— such dates are rarifying!

Okay —— a jubilee can embarrass

By junipers —— but I am that defying...

So what have we approached with anniversary?

Ox the intention —— fundamentals' deaf,

"The horse", Akshat's new lover Pelagea and the yessir

Are answers to the story in "Alive."

No peak, no Zenith, not an Apogee,

No Zeynep waiting in cinotheater,

In Cino there is one —— but she is gay?

I doubt that let us be us the creator!

The decreation or the deconstruction

Philosophy in journals overseas

Delapidates the horniest betrayers of the Russian

Mercy forgivers and MIT fleas!

A scumbag wrote the horses for the few —-

But a good man "In Leningrad" for many

And I love money, but I look askew

At "I don't love" or like or getting any!

Pearlbarley boiled, and I'm not getting snarly...

Sings Bogushevskaya "vot ehto da"!

I'd graduate from Harvard school phenomenally

But pheromonal difference goes far!

A gopher broque perstincts the Bellevue,

The avenue is standing in full flavor;

Are hanging two noosehangers for the few!

For many plane hungars, many a favor!

Not Paris and not kidneys for the callow

And loving kiddies as nobody loves...

But our philosopher at the premier boycotting fellow

Discriminates against the bones and coves:

Back goes the war and we live in the trenches,

We understand the churches and the rows

And even our De niro knows more menches

Then their hyeroglyphs and Kurnikovs...

We're all born ugly and we come out stupid

But that Wertmuller Lena director

Amazes me by lies, as does Filatov sometimes dupe'd

By our performances... he is a whore...

(Dudnikova needed) Delapidated maculas

So very off to living Scherbakov:

You live but I am heading to Versacchi;

Van', come with me, Demidova, fuck off!

To Domodedova and further dachi...

Bad Moldavian Betraying a Senator (Reference Nord Ost) Stop this Insanity

(M. Scherbakov)

The half-day, the rail-station, the bureau —— all appropriate was there save two of us —-

The queue, the curlicue, the rain, and the... straight line to Oredezh and Pavlovsk;

All passengers, without exception, knew their roles and arias in place, excluding us

As if a rare inventor mixed in us into an alien music coldless...

Sowed to the word, glued into set —— to the buffet embellishments and modern radio-plethora of middle waves;

The rain drooped-eared, the day was debt

And yet no day meant more or was annointed to us more in collages and craves!

As if no body fallowed in our way, we were studying and disentangling

The tingling dissertation of desserts and horsedevoirs in that sequention;

We lied interrogatingly about who we were telling the biography

Of, in an intensive prerogative bestowed on us by doctors waiting!

Someone's display, ardor and greed

Was evidently seizing us by the awareness, that it can do in any flash! (We loved the Johnny Cash, kill a model)

Shyness will fade. Pride will recede

But epithets have not dispersed, we did not vanish, we narrated our own trash...

The meteorite never fell on us, and never tumbled down the short intrigue,

The turtle-thoughted intertheories did not us integerly conquer!

The progress-incentived dispatcher didn't strike with verisimilitude of his critique

And languid unusurping vagary still seizes us, alone and tardive.

Verily now clinging to old, we favor and anticipate, ferver confirming and infinitesimal truth,

Reference tact, legalness, cold

And in the end, we ferry that the leper will give up his way of youth...

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Natasha Surpassed Expectation, Showing a Leg, Finding a Suit, Breaking Nose

(M. Scherbakov)

Indigene, native bastard, you can't live as a man

Using progeny the word, smelling canny —-

Unhabitually something is athwart, as it can

Tomorrow maneken and out of tan!

Let's say last morning

Both familial you bronze adhered to wrists with the snap,

And for entrance stashed a hundred (in rubles)

But in a trolleybus trammed and swung through stop with a nap

And Tred'yakubskaya obsconded trap!

It's not you, last night, up worthy two-half steps —— that is here

From profundities where wardrobe serves eat

Married easel afficionado Natali propped,

Excursioner, a prof esthete.

Just note the spelling, stupid.

Thank the golly egad Mormon, it's no Morton you rapped,

Unchiefdeputied and thence unKarasined;

Bloked fruit fellows, blogged the cosinus and nose broke entrapped,

Saw Katja Kassin and forgot you're taped.

Horrendous Fellow!

Toes on Lazarus prep concert indivvying Pepboy,

A detective has to be by Vysotsky

But as far as indignations, jealousies, Chips Ahoy,

You're merely nascent, heading for Bolshoy.

Atrophy is more by brains than muscular —— give and go —-

Ain't forgiving it upon the last concert:

Did some Stairclimber, forgot Charlize Theron, showed a toe,

Set up the victuals, and bestowed lotto!

Yes you did, Master!

Well, Natasha didn't keep the old diurnal in Prague,

Studied Latin in the Greek of Hungary

And as far as the Vysotsky of the seventy-five,

There's Glengary Glenn Ross and that is prive-

at, as Woodman Pierre is private —— but forgetting the socks

For James Bond is an insane requisition,

There is Henry James correcting, William Butler... Reikstags

And Tiger Woods, that's merely guten tag!

Without turnstyles and the vodka, without virgins and rock,

Without using such a word as Dupree

You'll return from California a stolid prom sock,

But you say firm, when simply up for stalk...

Steaks that Natali is eating send Aurora to hill,

Ashley Blue wants Scherbakov on a table

And as far as Karen Lancombe, she is dead if you will

That makes you evil on my concert bill

Consider prizes

But when you are on a transport, don't knock windows straight in —-

Bend it sideways and a little but thigh-ward

Otherwise my Natali, like a bird, will begin

The Beguine sizing and master routine —-

Egomaniacs are drizzling, make a scene, show a toe

But a trainer only teaches Aikido

Otherwise, there will be too much envy in sportlotto,

Hammer and anvil will die long ago!

The Shadow

(M. Scherbakov)

I've gotten used to a celibate shadow, observing no farther than a s-

Tep; the book is only a paper; a looking glass's but a glass.

In it a razing twin and submissive listener, full of pennance,

Fades, wouldn't be even blinking let alone drooling —— it was well as!

Yesterday, he did get tedious and attempted to please his appetite;

Didn't indulge or wasn't enticed by my elocutive tune —-

Whereupon he shot out of the house to weigh, and compare, and happen,

All along with some new tunes what are they doing —— once in a moon!

Well it is not some show wagon for the new age, it's not always funny;

The hearing's waiting for a grandiloquent essence, a relic, tone —-

You enjoy your rife walk, my sagacious echo, obsconding money,

Conquer the noise without laugh, if you don't find music —— just move along...

(That girl is annoying) Moribund Gladden Maria (in tune)

The brigant crowd has been dictating to ancient choirs some amiss-notes;

But the moment that something's athwart, speedy gracious, away and down,

With the choir, it's unbearable, while at the bottom, okay in distance —-

Whether it's that or this way, akin and identically not fun.

I am dazzled and fading; my debut is lost and the benefit's needless,

Necessary now away from the stagings, to the dark silent prayer;

This way, that a way, broke some rules, barefoot bent some needles —-

Time away from the searing acutest to dulling one, when it's bare...

With that abated ache, the care's art, but the maximum's two tablets —-

Secong, and all the insane pain, and residual head-piece have flown away;

Hey you twin, when you do return from your intricate walking habits

Reinvent lackadaisically, how to thence occupy your day...

The Force Of Rum... How Much Lying About Me

(Mikhail Scherbakov)

No need after the Buhars to undress and stand in a swim-suit arrogant

To guess the taste of negligence and vile, to wrathful bawl and bail —-

Essentially, a pall bearer be to bare, there present, asking where a gent

And why such estrogen and whom to blame for calling her a quail?

Obama pre-elected to this hip and Aqualung self-publish'ed,

And listening to Van Morrison, "Astral Weeks" is Burmese-like exploit;

And thereafter sojourn in Panalapan: "when you there see a Russian, shoot!"

Support and bolster suffering from self-cocogitation void...

Political conjuncture (New York Times)... "How he is conjugating verbs...

How he observed, excitedly, the Moon and ferrets the essence,

And then he names, absconcing the disease, instead of saying anywhere

"He can be taught and treated and forgiven again" just tell him whence...

The Requiem a simple liturgy or Christian unraveling

Of who the killer is and what he did and how long he will dwell?

Mihailo Lomonosov didn't tell, nor Mendeleev in the AM

Unclosed the sleuthes' privilege to gain some knowledge from this well...

Raise the Flag,

Kill the Shlack,

Hate mshlyak (that girl is unique)...

No —— "sick must be the sicker, and accused of savoring reality,

And praising and exemplaring good work, as well as causing it

And fealty must be demanded of him, in lieu of popularity,

And sleuthes must be hired to watch him walk and Luvr him into ..."

It's mammaries deciding every step of suicidal prodigy

And also probability, and if she's looking like Alsou

The bell towers in Kaliningrad and Leningrad will hire DJ

And then it's every single carnival Police's invited to

For the Morning Routine —— the suicidal song by the buffet's first favorite...

By the Train

(M. Scherbakov)

I couldn't take off on wings, into the night, a rail;

On time isn't happening, the sleep might well prevail

But with day's blaze in coup —— wayfarer eats some food

And says he knows the scoop: in hell he can burn good,

Inferno taste as soul —— and touched by flames but whole.

Bandana gives him ruds —— in wins he sees no fits:

Some HQ base deprived him of some benefits...

And he is heading there, from the Point M to N;

In debt is every square and they'll be punished then!

He waves the fists at night. He can't be helped, not quite...

He knows, he's right, and dub —— in hell he's well appraised

That to sow ashe and blood he wasn't prod by the base;

That to badge up the trap and boot up an old toe

He is from birth made hap. It don't take an auto...

Wayfarer drinks, I'm near —— I'm stranded with bad fare.

The night fades out with nought, as ashe and blood is shed ——

I feel I've tied the knot but can't contain my sted:

I wasn't born for prods, I haven't earned my burn

But fare is all I've got —— wrong ticket not returned

And right one not procured: I'm late and I can cure!

On Biceps and Longevity, We Split (Forbes College) Bad Push Ups? (One promise kept?)

(M. Scherbakov)

Help-less was the process of wars and boxes on the ears:

Whereas you dress an orthodox, he is not always there,

No how from the birth to the ending, will he say, of comperes —-

That foe is a man to all men and not a brother faire!

Inkjet —— see him using the printer, purchased by his sis —-

Aztecs' anti-sexual bring-door to the tech-profess

Diabole call him bravely and tacid, for he got some good eds —-

A wolf, he is tightly professing huguenottal press!

Abs are incremental his passion... Peredelkino

Sabraly is his consumation on the broken nose...

And if driving is his occupance... with the fuel or no,

Endless he is seeking commupance at U.C. or close...

Trunkly of an elephant sitting in the buduar

Drunkly she is sowing or knitting vocabulary —-

Tasty it pertains to be "Britting" in USSR

"Hasty, are we wedding or shitting, Madame Bovary"?

Objet of papaya and Hyatts... veritable speak...

Of the lepered Hiltons and Bayards ushering some slack —-

Inject a brave lord on the bunny side of his left-most cheek,

And yet if no money no honey, he pronounces back...

"Beat-you" for the housing and whore-lord ended in fracas...

Three two, diacletian warlord starringly pronounced;

Some shelfs goes then homeward, not angel, but neither a jackass...

But wolf is each tongue of the regiment, not a man nuanced!

Nose is unschemato cadavered by a flying corpse;

Moses? ultimatum a coward, utterly ignored!

Psyche ward as an end to millenium barely incepted? Worse?

Thigh-ward, our togetherness venom, "Diehard" room and board!

BONUS SONG: BUT EHH; NOT AH! www.sovetskaya-estrada.ru/...

LEPS OR HOMCHIK, SEEK SOME INSPIRATION (NO NEED TO PERSPIRE)!

Fourth? (Separated by Peapod)

(Mikhail Scherbakov)

Reseda Avenue in San Fernando

Pornographismo Valley on a war

Gives out awards to high-five brothers dull now —-

We need KFed out of that Kinko ward:

In Magadan is better diagnoses

Of noses, trumpets, toes and asses too

Especially when you have poor prognosis,

Clever by half and how-do-you-do...

McKinley left with Zhana Aguzarova,

Jean D'Ark ain't needed —— darkie bring it on

Onto the ferry going to the Zaro

Bread on Penn Station —— it is Brigham Young,

Worcoholism! Gusar has died on wording:

There are some gays not everything is maize.

Kevorkian already is covorting

On Sylvester Stallone's gaze!

Is Pocahontas with Christobel Hunta?

Is tundra crying, is taiga motive,

How's Teagan Presley on Iosif doing ——

Like Ashley Blue or better with throat strep?

Now the whole band will sem-intrep the column —-

Can please the throng, but you can't please the song!

The Microsoft is wording out the problem,

Kevorkian right, Teresa wrong...

Sounds Whose? That Lay, Whose Fault? (Faulkner's? Two Separate Answers) Apartment Issue (Purely Visual, Thriller)

(Mikhail Scherbakov)

No forcements became needed for the rooftops,

The whip isn't whistling with Aqualung —-

Rock album from terrace. The powers don't need your moribund stupors,

And gestures resolve in a signature one

Although, in reality, it too is done

For. Liberated you are, and not dangerous parolee,

Early death isn't threatening, intermission

Qualifies useful to someone fashionable,

Voracious, but not impassionable

And if you just wink, you'll know Larisa Gershon.

Megan Fox provocates impassuity,

Private we are no longer, wherever we want!

Time and space is confused to each other Pogutin-like

Singing the Okudzhava... As if it is cunt;

Throw the map over border, pronounce Yves Montan-d.

Master Grisha resounds on one toe inconspicuously,

Novella Matveeva flex Sonic Youth!

You meet a ts chinese, blonde (great vacuity)...

You hand her two dollars and quarter, she enters you;

You leave unbegotten and think you've compute...

Computer that's bought you strains neck to vacuity,

Song written three weeks earlier mellows the way...

Triggering memories of Timur and ego komanda —-

What are you gonna say about the Fish called Wanda?

Give away your systemic whore. Timur Shaov, hey!

Maniac Prayers (Dilletante)

(M. Scherbakov)

Except there may be a cup extra

From Richard Gere, the damning pester

Of an old girlfriend in reester?

You can't reenter the old waters,

You have to banter what is Godard's

Investment in the "srednij vozrast".

Incest! Two roads, tobacco grinding —-

A dandy making the obsconding

Steppaths on Path train to the one ding!

He knew, that in the night obliquely

I'll be extracted like a meakly

Aggrieved fly, consoling weakly!

Thought I that hearts aren't had by oldsters

Severe and lying, with upholsters

But what are lobsters, if there're floorstars?

They're busy, as they catch the splinters

With falling under in the hinders;

They'll burn and blow away the cinders!

Of this I, percolating snidely,

Thought and preponderated widely

But what occurred was far beside me.

The old instructed me, be wary;

We see that you can't other marry

Or wise be, when you're looking scary!

Bat-mitzvahed, if you're feeling Yankee

Your stunts and antics, hanky-panky

Will rib with till, commanding lanky...

And if old said to get a tenure,

Forget the Soviet, change the venue

Never do such a thing again, you!

Tomorrow, carry elocution

Of feisty job to a fruition,

Melodious, you'll be on a mission...

We'll give you place, as you can bear it,

You'll make it look insane and married

Or Captain Cooke will have you buried.

While at all's whole in it, and wholesome

The service must be like a person

Observing it, that's not coercing.

But if the service doesn't watch it

It must be wretched and not turgid...

There'll be another one emergent.

Riki Tiki Tavi; That woman has to die

(M. Scherbakov)

Cognac dreary, cunard lips... Rudyard intentions,

Birth of Tragedy, his birth —— someone else's birth;

Practicing upon a horn Horvati dictation...

Lacerating farther way to have further berth.

There's no cheese, upon this earth, whose name is Havarti:

"Collar"... culinary art lavishly applied.

Muscles, all abdominal, sacristy the party

And the main propinquity is, that I have lied.

All the salt, that's overseas leaking to the ocean,

Quietly and pettily mars the September;

Women think I'm atavist in compiled emotion

To comply without being left without valor bare...

Salomee in Sodom yard beckons me with prairie

Like the muscular and slow tapestry racoon.

Agony from Georgian: Dzhugashvili, Beria

Amulates me to withstand foxtrot and mambo.

Linden lime and phoney fake will pre-doom for breakage...

Oil painting and aquarelle paint it all oblong (foundation of One Flew Over the Cuckoo's Nest)

And the ardentest and strange of who's causing wreckage

Will be decentest and spew from the riches strong.

A Zimbabwe eagle flies thus upon a Zebra...

Low-ball sales are tyrany and all profit thence.

Blood drives turning down the strange, the star Alpha Librae...

Barenboim and leaving psyche, what a girl commence.

Why Water? "All blasted, All wasted" (Naked to the Waist) Except for a Mine-Shooter

(M. Scherbakov)

Cats are serene at night and the stipend's falling,

Cars are between the sheets and I lose control,

Lavary thrives on destitute, but I'm bawling

From the departure of him who knew to dole...

Voyage-forevisioned I banks of ancient Nilus,

Mercury was enthralling both banks or shores;

Much was harranging, washing the floors and while as

I stood and watched, the scaffolds were shaking pores...

Someone quiessent hoary was boarding bootleg

Interrogating vagary up-tempo!

Complexly he was thwarting the hairy Ludwig

Whereas sagacious Mozart sang Limpopo...

A crystal house madam with the chrysantemum

Stood by the wayside and inflagrated rock;

Others beleaguered were, but she earned my friendship

For percolating wisely "all run amok!"

DD combine machine there betook its virtue,

Stagnant forwater cringed and squeezed out a sock

And when theater of the darkside brought barter

The Misha Barton residue seized Montauk!

(A woman called a maniac) The song continues

Ignorant, unsuspecting and antianxious

Barbiturate rejector and fragrant mind

Noticed all the tempestuous pregnant edges

Of the proceedings, but what is there behind?

Sadfully, rhodent locusts compared me facely

To the revolving message of what is real!

Who did more there and who waited the reester

Daniel Dafoe asked which for Webster keel!

Who will be swimming in precedented not to

Florida waters, dropped on a sinking boat

Took twenty years thereafter and molto tattoo

And traversied awareness of who that brought.

Cohabitation racially made matter

And unsuspecting I, having missed Fargo,

Was suicidal thoughtfully and embattered,

Songs of the South would much have retained me —— lo!

Dogs rescued maimed embellishments of the other,

Carnal and horny, vociferated, he

Fidgetted and Italian digids drowsily

Tailgated the insanity to the free

World.

You Can Afford Me

(V. Vysotsky)

Abominably, fell in dark

The portraits and docteurs...

My sweat was pouring from me, mark —-

As from the home stove's pores!

Voyeur to sick agility,

I went for the up-close

Range —— but in embicility

The doc took it, deranged!

The grill went into the X-Ray

And the blood started gushing

As in hotel the only day

For but a homeless Russian!

A nark, anciliary sweet

Reminded I was deaf

To any illnesses, and beat

When only dad-bereft:

You eat, you hanker with your coms,

Your share it with the rest...

And suddenly a yell, he's con,

A knife onto his crest...

Need not be nervous, my paisan —-

My phys proclaimed achieving...

Almost all people all around

Are sick, and are forgiving.

Around my neck, a neck of ice —-

It's my age tears me down...

I grin with reddened mouth... precise

As on the stage, a clown...

A necklace of horrificals

Espouses to call spouse,

And maniacally three-two-one

I cry unto the louse!

I could... in time for a baseball...

Bebloody the whole Harlem

Too bad, that some Sardanapal

Spread sheet below my problem!

The cancer's mine. The canker's yours...

Step off from watching feet

Agrarian to the butt-worse,

With bloodiness replete.

Israel deigns, the States avenge,

Deranged avenge you all!

Acquitted only are the strange

And that in rigmarole:

With gas, I'm healthy in me, and

Your crafty unsuturings...

Slick artificial blood with band-

Aid ready for futurings?????

It's time for surgery —— that blood

My cavern didn't cling;

The anesthesia will abduct

But will not mutiny!

Cut without having said a thing

Luxurious or rife,

Or prime in the vicinity

Of as if doing time!

I lay at bend of existance,

Not to say being in English —-

And not a movement Resistance

Will save me from the bing trash!

The heroes... leave a suture sown,

Across a brow —— crook-bent...

As if I'm wearing Princeton gown

And having a boyfriend:

"You can't lay down", I'm friends with docs

And crazy with my wife...

I can sit still, I can eat cocks

But I can hate this life!

For me to dress with compliments

Primordial patients quota

A cub, to join Bowery poetry club?..

Get off me, unerota!

Vysotsky's here... the brains mean cunt?

Just think of Genesis...

First human being had some talant,

The second... dulce bliss!

The whole humanity from God

Is ripped with flakes, with pains —-

With beach photography by rod

Precision-laced with gains...

The whole humanity is sick,

Is ill and suicidal —-

Why be persnickety and lick

Word choice, call amoral?

200 years —— the same old bloke...

Insane Napoleon —-

Bespoke-instills la vida loce,

The tokens underground...

All streets Chavez already seized

With expedition deadly

And loves its hoary-bory deeds...

"The history of medley"...

Remember Wolf? Shit in my Mouth, not My Pants

(M. Scherbakov)

Where are you now, the pedestrian barefish?

Barrels are void, tiderush is fair...

Fishtide geseungt it is oafish or lavish

You're in a den or in a lair.

As for me, having geared fair licences in aggression

I drag an empty driftnet up to the sultry shore.

However mine —— none's —— shore won't divvy away from me on,

So I can not pretend that I've much store!

Daintily countried-in, rooted, entrenched and resistant,

Local potato salt reached me by knees.

I know the local speech so indepth, in an instant

No aborigine will tell would you please!

But by the Mech embraced or bearskin, or deerskin deftly,

Sunny drifts duty shifts by, I go up to the board

Of insagacious ads or ludicrous dollyorders —-

Can there be anything where I'm abhorred?

Electorate, fish's no longer in mention:

Wherever yes, there is no truce!

Anew now in my box, there's tomorrow's dictation

Not to oppress, but to produce...

Give him a hairy dose somnolences without treason;

Unmadagascar corner, furniture for the cane:

Let him impress himself as feeling here without reason

Is he a guest, can he remain?

Daily, nocturnally, gavel with sentence...

Sheets are amusing, cold is control.

Rustle inveigles me down nobody's commencements —-

Local the salt, local console!

Never've I droned myself as either a guest or nephew —-

All merely simply favors and curtinaceous gifts!

The News forget to change, but nails rattle in Nepenthe!

Local assortment by the gavel's thrift...

Winter in Govoruhin's House, Who Blue Houdini?

(Mihail Scherbakov)

As in the timid old, and free mountain municipality

Borrowed on money of city prozaced

You undeclamorously forget how many latches stalk you yet

From the bear visit late to that squat rack.

Who'll fix my nose?

Getting evicted you are not, bandit or Verdict movie hot

Shot or a simply beauty pot, cutie —-

What are you doing with your time, except Kevorkianing rhyme?

TV is playing, it's not prime dutifully...

Who forgave all?

Cellphones are scarying all the folk from Maurice Baring old baroque

Pushkin translation of a fog VV!

It's actually a suing time for the pursuing in his prime

Bringham Young grad ensuing crime —— vitaminly...

How do you do it?

Now the old heeler crossed the hatch in frog position of a latch;

Now he no longer understands scaffold...

Rhymes like the same l'amour toujours bring an old woman to the cure

Band, but not actually dour Beowulf!

Why hit my face now?..

You Brought Me Use and now Burn My Reputation Tautou in Yotkrante not in Ukraine Who Whom In Jail?

(Mikhail Scherbakov)

Not only my bum-reputationally slanted and guaranteed

Colloquial discriminality and incestuous pedigree

I once understood, and now geseungt hol the summery —— Vietnam pied,

Remember he is from Klajpeda and member they call his Dee-

Sponsorial Gubernatorial Presidual, unbedroomed

To-mushroomed and sub-narcotical, affected by street gun-fire —-

Who else needed from my government subdistrictal Cat and Broom

But Stick reminisces stone and the lake next town full of professor...

The rummage sales indictorial, as in Montana's dark eastern coast

Where only whites send epistolar disgusting accented prides

To friends back in Lithuania (forget the old trip —— got lost)

And only whales with the wenches bespeak avengance without disgust...

Cyclopal manifestality infests not the moon's surface

And woman forgets what frontside of you she saw and once hugged-embraced...

You're standing unsuicidal to her, remembering the orgast

In you, but she is morality stand-brewing in your "old" face

And later that night, all derelectly, remember to try her ass,

You jerk in the clothes in porn-cafe but you know she prefers a pawn...

Her office is by Whole Foods' Market, unIzauraing her throne

But she castigates the quality of Kun-Dun, bastinado face!

To save your passions by clitor, you ride the bus, try to join a gym

But she is to you saddistically! indeclining on point of Lott's

Remembers you of Jerusalem that's related to Japan's Grierm!

"Monteci and Capuletti and nothing else can enjoy it hot"!

Vezuvius that's remaining to see is a recipe for future

That edge-of-Australianing abnegates its own reliquy...

Street hockey, that gives in to ice (and the fire too) version, Juicy Couture

Enfavors to Et tu, Brutus and adumbrates to the world made free

But cowardice does play hockey, and golly anything moved since seven

Zero due to conjuncturism in the fat form of aspiranture

The only exit from hence is to choose a President getting even

With every ferocious, daily and insignificant aventure!