Paris Belly

 

It’s Spring

                        and a hard-working Phallus

left its taste for sailors' might

You came as an unexpected guest

strange for your kind of height

 

Don't believe yourself

just like I don't believe you

I close my eyes and you swim out orange

a delicate tender beast

Openning doors for you and your fellows

I'm trying to rub against your trust

 

I'm scared to death to approach the TV set

out comes this screen-sized cock full of scream

I'm also scared of COCKstruction workers

their cream

 

I forgot some words

but they come forwards

There's a special term

to signify this illness

 

I get names mixed up

My accidental associations

won't lead to kindness

and special oils won't provide consolation

 

I again open the doors

God forbid to find myself with you

in Paris Belly

Come on

Get down on me

GET DOWN!

 

1991, Moscow

Translated from the Russian by Alex Cigale and Slava Mogutin