Je t'aime

< Dmitry Cherashny
Kiev



... The last, crumpled sheet of calendar
summed up the victories and losses:
shorter days, the doors are closed tightly,
dreams are burned, not giving new.
Insincere smiles and words,
commonplace desires,
rites hackneyed lifestyle:
"Hello!" "Yeah ..." - in response kissed
. Habits - no friends, no love
. They - like the tie as "Chanel" on the body:
noose, aroma overpowered
to the horror! Before any tricks.
Outside, the snow melted first -
hope or a long-awaited occasion
"Anna Cross" is replaced by "cross" the new,
elegant, easy. Torments in
dream insidious demon pushes the ribs,
slyly whispering so with a grin:
"Do not worry, the arena has a sawdust -
doubt, etc. Drop ... »

Entree!
You buffoon!
Is Auburn, Brown
in the arena of life, the birthplace of the absurd.
You are jealous of the audience, you are judged
in the reprise titled «je t'aime» ...