X

once i asked her
if she would like to go to las vegas

she said yeah
but only because she would like to wear the visor

i believe them

its probably a lot of fun

but my place isn't with the visor

i would be found

watching the tables all spin

definitely throwing down a chip or two

i could

say a thing like,

"ladies by the pool"

"lobster and cigar clip"

"presto"

"go away, maurice. i'm not in the mood for jokes."

"one zillion"

i'd be so fat

and she'd wear the visor

and she'd forget everything

but then again

i'd still to say to her

"dont get carried away"

"remember what we're here for"

don't forget,

a) the false eiffel tower

b) the large fountain

c)all the little churches

d) and the sphinx

XI

what about a new thing every once in a while?

the whole deal is that

nobody gives a shit or wants to read shit anyway

why don't we give it a go?

you scummy one minuter

then theres the happy bonus

that i'm gonna get sued for this

СТИХОТВОРЕНИЕ МИХАИЛА МАЛАШОНОКА

ВРЕМЕНИ БОЛЬШЕ НЕТ
(командировочная фантазия)

Времени больше нет.
Оно вышло, стоит в пижаме
на балконе,
я - в гостиничном номере.

Я так долго боялся этого возвращения!
Блудный сын
просит прощения:

у отца-циферблата,
сестер-стрелок и брата-маятника,
у тополей за окном, у перегоревших лампочек-одуванчиков,
у фонтана, студентов, влюбленных и памятника.

Translation:

Mikhail Maloshonok's Poem

No More Time

(A Business Trip Fantasy)

No more time.

It has gone out, standing in pajamas

on the balcony,

I - in the hotel room

I have feared this return for so long!

Prodigal son

begs the forgiveness

Of father's clock face,

sister's two hands, brother's pendulum

Of the poplar out the window, of the blown out dandelion-lamplets,

Of the fountain, the students, lovers and the memorial.

XII

Dmitri sings

O give me oblivion

Sebastian sings

O under the sea

O give me

im so far away from everything

Im a good boy today

ive got coins in my pockets

and i jangle away

on drugs like a silly old-

But srsly

have you ever been

in a K hole

with good dreams today

with good traumas

as is the function of the times

today everyone asked me

what my job is going to be

thats bullshits

no, no, but i do have career prospects

and feeling better, i guess ill answer:

get out and check out

those deep sea fish

what i mean by that is that

i'd like to say hello

to the ones with the lanterns

deep sea diving,

you mean

in a sense

down there its very cold

down with the 'onion eye grenadier' fish

which doesn't have a wikipedia

http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Onion-eye_grenadier

plus, you cant even go down there

you cant personally hello

any of the deep sea fishes

they have robots that do it

or so i assume

XIII

everything i touch
turns into flash cards

that includes roses
and even false floral

the future always
just looks so damn dumb



at least from here,

with booger planets

and blacked out sea things

it gets way worse though
on narrow ruled
with margin
8x11


tupac tried the future
he was never the same

XIV

you should see them flopping around

its ominous business, really

like they did it on purpose

just to get your goat

to be a good person,

never miss the water

this is something i don't feel comfortable talking about:

i'm always thinking about a better world

i thought it might be a better world

if i added 'das' to all of the nouns

das baby is one to keep in mind

you don't need to tell me twice

last time i went so hard

i was gone

for a long time

and was in no mood

for a thing

XV

MARIAH COMPASS ROSE

NORTH IS THE DIRECTION YOU GO IN IF YOU NEVER WANT TO IMAGINE A BEACH EVER AGAIN

SOUTH IS FOR WHEN ALL OF THE BABES HAVE FALLEN INTO DIFFERENT SHAPES

'O NO'

WEST EAST!

YOU'RE GONNA HAVE TO WORK FOR THIS ONE

THIS WORLD IS GROSS VIBRATING FOR MARIAH,

AND YOU

( ^_^) ( ^_^) ( ^_^)

XVI

A pal left the world a few days ago,
You should look at some of his stuff,
I hope everyone will remember Jack

Adoration - Fluffy Lumbers from Jack Rohman on Vimeo.

'Empty World'

"Whalehead"

"Ikon 2"

Here is the link to his blog:

http://tahturc.blogspot.com/

Everyone misses you