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What Abraham Grigorievich Did in the Last 10 years
Silicon breasts with bullet-proof lining To walk through dangerous neighborhoods, Titanium lungs to smoke Three packs a day, An ever-hard rubber dick To fuck ugly superiors And climb the corporate ladder Artificial liver to drink like a fish, Jet-propelled roller blades for people from Asia To roll away from American cluster bombs, Anatomically correct inflatable dolls With television screens for faces Broadcasting never-ending Super-bowl- For single men, Blow-dryers that work like vibrators- For single women, Foam-rubber nightingales and phosphoricstars- For romantic outings under the moon.
Brooklyn Siberia
I live in Siberia In the very heart of Southern Brooklyn In the morning people are flocking to taiga of Wall Street Returning in the evening barely alive frozen stock-bitten Bleeding from computer-bug wounds Some disappear forever Mauled to death by bears of big corporations Or buying houses in New Jersey In the spring I see their corpses Inviting me to follow the same path From the pages of respectable publications
What Abraham Grigorievich Did in the Last 10 years
Fell into the garbage pit by the train station; bought two left shoes at the flea market; married a much older broad; triumphed over yard man Makar in match of domino; got 10 days in prison for stalking some woman while drunk; received invitation from Israeli aunt; decided to become a traitor and leave; couldn`t escape, was forced into a mental institution; got out and left the country; hello America; couldn`t stop cursing; abused his wife; admired vodka & local appetizers; washed clients in a funeral home; smoked grass, sold magical herbs ensuring eternal life & youth; divorced; went to hookers, drove a cab; bought a house; married a young chick; got himself new porcelain teeth 7 a poodle named Prokhor; spent his vacation in Hawaii; once walked out to mow his lawn-and that was it.
Dear mother! I won`t love crazy women Running across the ceiling Nevermore! I won`t turn into a crocodile And eat little screaming kids Nevermore! I swear on my extraxcted tooth That I will become a catchy banner By the pharmacy entrance To advertise Headache medicine.
I am the last true anarchist Show me your president and I Will kill him without firing a shoot By seducing his wife. I will destroy this symbol of oppression By shoving my dick down his daughter`s throat Down with all the world governments Down with the stupid mail, Down with pension-the dreary citizen`s toy, Down with the army aimlessly rattling its sabers I agree to pay taxes only To maintain whorehouses free of charge.
I am eating a delicious borsht to protest wolfish capitalism, I enjoy the fattest solyanka to fight dominance of big corporations, I torture myself with Cutlets A La Kiev in the memory of victims Of the communist Gulag, Devour oven-baked hens with parsley for the bombed-out Afghanistan, French-fries to stop the war in Irak, A whole roasted piglet on a skewer to prevent Palestinian kamikazes From bombing Israeli discos. Withdraw you armies from Chechnya, or I will finish this apple strudel, Allow gays to be married, or I will order a cappuchino with cream.
Poems by Alex Galper from “Fish de jour, Koja Press 2003 translated from Russian by Igor Satanovsky & Mike Magazinnik
@ Alex Galper All right reserved Courtesy Igor Satanovsky & Magazinnik
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