Как выглядит среднестатистический понедельник?

Mar 23, 2010 00:31


Сегодня тяжелый и серый,
    железобетонный день.
        Понедельник.
            Погорельник
                плакучий и черный
                    от старых ран.
                       Нахлынувший ливень
                            въедается болью,
                                 точно солью,
                                     стучит где-то рядом
                                         с виском.
                                            Симптомы больного,
                                                  душевнобольного,
                                                       болтливым врываются
                                                            языком
                                                                в дом,
                                                                    покрытый не пылью,
                                                                         не грязью, а ядом -
                                                                              взглядом,
                                                                                  ждущим и алчным,
                                                                                       Как горло бутылки -
                                                                                           твой разум и
                                                                                               сердце
                                                                                                   Кто рядом?-
                                                                                                       Нет никого!
                                                                                                            И не надо постылому -
                                                                                                                стылому
                                                                                                                      мозгу ребячество радости,
                                                                                                                           играющей
                                                                                                                               словно
                                                                                                                                    котенок с клубком.




стих, понедельник

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