Simon Slepakov. Liver (№ 160234)

Again I sit at the counter bar,
And with me on my Gypsy. <...>
Well, you do not pout, hear, liver,
The bodies of others, believe me, not easier.
Light resin soaked
The bronchi on the carpet yesterday left
Heart's beating like Oleg Gazmanov,
And squeaks back as Saruhanov,
A voice like don Corleone
Teeth I often see on the palm,
And dull days doing the penis
No one already a target without aiming.