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Poems and performance - Valeria Vladi Mira Karpilenko

They jump on my walls
Hares.
No,
Not sunny -
Ordinary,
With multi-colored ears
And with red gloves
On the paws.
Breaking the plaster
Clawed
Fingers,
Inhaling pleasant
To disgust
Spiderweb smell.
Fall, somersault
On the floor
Through him
Squeaky
Wooden mood
And your hairy
Head.
Playing hide and seek
Between hair
Combing his hair in the morning
Carpets.
Under mine
Cold
From lack
Earth surface
Feet.
Laugh so
What from them
Carrot laughter
The neighbors wake up
Blaming me
In shortage
Common sense.
Although they themselves
Accused by someone
In shortage
Joy
Oversalted
The dullness of life
And abundance
Above-ceiling
Stomp.
Hares are jumping
On my knees
Climbing
Before that on
Iron pillars
Four-legged
Monster.
Apparently they have
Still there
Some purpose
And deeply philosophical
Motivation
Why and by whom
This world is created
And for some reason you need
Them
On my knees
Climb.
Do not look at me…
Enough!
It's so depressing to watch
And try to put pressure on
A pity.
We, perhaps, a long time ago
Already
It's time to part
With you,
Big-eyed candlestick.
You, even with your
Congenital vigilance
Can't scientifically
Confirm
The presence of hares.
They scratch at me
Hands trying
Make them a little
Warmer.
When it hurts
It stops being cold
And this is still
Not a lack of feelings.
The curtains are torn
But that's nothing -
Can it be
Sorry for the curtains?
But tomorrow
I will wake up
At dawn
From the sun
And without wearing
Headdress
I will go to the winter
The street
Saying goodbye
Happy night
Which is in my house
Will not come back.
And for that too
thanks
Multicolored
Hares.
Reader, calm down.
This is just my poetry.
You don't have to look for meaning.
There is no point.
This time
You can just relax
But be sure
Admit
At least one
Hare in red
Gloves
In his
Black and white
A life.