Clouds over a bald head jostled,
The sun stared dully from the skies.
On a bench, students were kissing,
Having lost interest in their studies.
Exchanging flocks of microbes,
They groped each other without shame...
An aching lower back, pinching shoes,
Water squelched beneath their feet.
The sun moved sluggishly toward sunset,
Promising everyone tasteless kitsch...
The oak, once proudly towering,
Was succumbing to a century-old paralysis.
Suddenly, a mobile phone chirped in my pants,
And my heart gave a sudden leap.
For in the short message was...
Was just one word. "Come!"
Panties forgotten in the hallway,
Hot whispers, the slapping of eggs...
The smoothness of a butt, moon-like,
And your moan—like the song of paradise birds!..
* * *
The street, with its majestic sunset
In a hundred hues, greeted me.
A drunken bum, wisely, a bit slyly,
Winked at me, vomiting on the greenery.
The mud melodiously squelched
Under my feet, which flew swiftly.
And by the manhole, cheerfully scurrying,
Were rats—harbingers of good luck.
A vagabond rain embraced my shoulders,
Midges started up a game...
At the entrance, a fine mongrel
Friendlily sank its teeth into my calf.