Tatiana Zykina. Den (№ 165632)

On the way to the lair in the night
In whose dark interior make louder
The head forms a smooth dash
My name emblazoned among others;
On the way to the lair in the night
Study the anatomy of the shoulder
Weary handlebar hand alien
On the thigh on my left is resting;
And in the morning I'm in the kitchen boiling gradually
Under the breath of someone else through a wall
Waiting for the alarm, and freeze
While Napping my current host
Here I will reach to the house and to the soul
There I drink and sleep will be better
I don't feel bad, I live now for the bangs
Alone my toothbrush.