friends! my recent two-month long job search (which is thankfully over) has inspired me to greatness. by which i mean another one of these god-awful poems. i was of course too lazy to actually finish the damn thing, but here it goes anyway ( Read more... )

i wrote this when i was 18, i think. it shows.

зима, ночь полнолунья, кончен бал
погасли свечи в лампе геморройной
луна взобралась на бесхозный пьедестал
и мягко в стену лбом стучит конвойный
и память из последних сил сжимает меч
борясь с беспамятством, тогда как я, устало,
снимаю плащ с покатых узких плеч
и ме-едленно ползу под одеяло
я брежу. мне ( Read more... )

as i drink my morning coffee
reading the news
with the sun rising behind my back
and the shadow of the venetian blind
creeping across my desk
like the ladder
that jacob saw in his dream
and joseph in the pit dreamed about
i suddenly realise
that in africa it is already afternoon
and you've already read your news
and drank your coffee

хорошему предела нет
о чем мечтал ты сколько лет
осуществить совсем несложно
когда терпеть уж невозможно
возьми у друга пистолет

there's a door in this wall but you lost the key ( Read more... )

ah, what the hell, for lack of anything else... i posted it on my myspace profile:

i'd rather be a follower than a leader
gay people would call me a breeder
i'm a drinker, but not a smoker
and i'm a better listenner than a stalker talker

i saw freedom in a dream ( Read more... )

perhaps only jakeology and namastaei
know the reason why night always follows the day
unlike giants who stand on ice and spit lava
i'm but a pink war elephant that cried mama
all the things you loved rode away on a train
what is love but a comical chemical imbalance in the brain
i could do with more whisky and less drama
i'm a pink war elephant ( Read more... )

it is six a.m. and i can't sleep ( Read more... )