Артем Тюльников
Сложные стихи на английском
There’s left one thing that can’t be slain…
It’s havoc – or acceptance of free rein.
Where temperance is on the wane
With amorality engrain
And desolation underlain.
Debauchery is their swain
While loathing is demimondaine.
To utter chaos those damned aspects are germane.
The only thought born in my brain
Can sprout rifts upon my lane.
So it’ll be like sprinting with an ankle sprain,
Or fishing with a ragged seine,
Or trying to catch your image in a mirror that has known no tain.
It’s something I’m contriving to contain.
Since stimuli fail to response, I can’t complain.
As my disguise is soaked with halothane -
The thing’s addictive as cocaine.
It won’t get through this wrap, this cellophane.
And after all I can’t be fain.
To do the things that desecrate my fane.
Just like a trickster who could never deign
To say: “You have been strangled by chicane
My art’s your trust and my legerdemain”.
With ease my path I preordain.
I’ll always be non-flammable propane.
My grip is that of polyurethane
To travel on against the grain…
I’m out of breath, though run amain.
Leaving the trench of my champaign,
Trying to save what you profane.
Oh, what a hopeless scatterbrain!
To nihilism you are a counterstain.
That is the time when I under great strain
Watch everything go down the drain.
Oneness of Two Is Halved Once They Are Turned Moiré
A crew of order and shambolic disarray -
Two factions that’ll never stop their fray,
One’s in the lead after another’s clandestine endplay -
Perpetual, skewed and so agley -
A blatantly recurrent, maddening stairway.
It’s reminiscent of a sinuous byway,
Or rather a refracted ray.
And surface flat becomes a brae.
The foundation proves to have a thin backstay.
The main road infiltrates subway,
Where conscience is too firm to slip away,
And chaos strives for holding sway.
Waging a battle on a tray
That will be served to feed “Dismay”.
Was ordered to reveal love’s hideaway.
We were to find a needle in a heap of hay,
To go against the grains of time and leave unscathed with walkaway.
To claim permissiveness the order of the day,
To greet the very Caesar with “Ave”!
“The yet to be discovered system in the Milky Way…”
A journey with a redolent bouquet
With quite an unexpected expose
Of lifelong disenchantment, disappointment and decay
Did really manage to portray
Me as a paramour manqué.
With my lips sealed I feared stiff lest my damn look should say:
“It’s unbelievable that having had my last and a most promising essay
In hunt for happiness, I should’ve brought melancholy someway.
Manners be hanged, I’ve always known I’d rue the frigging moment any day
When blasted vagueness staged a play
Where I took part, where gained my sobriquet”.
My apprehensions I could not display
Or otherwise…rebellion, mutiny, foul play
My crew could travel till doomsday
Or…till wild water filled hatchway.
So hardly had we left the bay
On a refulgent day of May,
Its tact suave, the look soignée,
And voice melodious, each section given vivace,
Than vicious wind led us astray.
Forcing the radiance into crashlanding on below sea level run –be cursed- way
Herding a flock of ink above – as good a shepherd as a bouvier.
All of a sudden all the calm whittled away.
Why, an inveterate roué,
His senses sharp, his mind risqué,
While intimacy’s such that one has never known in cabaret.
As in the sea of lust his anchor is aweigh.
Its tainted waters cloak precaution with remissness to bewray.
Acts straight without any foreplay.
One doesn’t need to plug away
At understanding the impatience of an easy lay.
A dingy substance started leaking out of a sweet, lambent dragee,
So colours murky, branching out, replaced gay.
Someone had rubbed the latter in the utterly wrong way.
The shiny dyes got bleached and hit the hay
In their loose-fitting ebon negligee.
The sky was given a black card for violating fair play.
And in the smoked up blue, this overfilled ashtray,
Egregiously dried up and wrinkled like shar-pei,
We saw a vast and threatening array
Of clouds sinister and grey
Devouring splendour of the day.
It sprinkled our appetizer with black caraway,
And falling short of expectations never got our hands on an entrée,
It viced the sky and feasted on its small flamboyant alleyway.
The whole bald shiny section had a cover of dark-haired toupee.
It didn’t fancy getting soaked so it put on a black beret.
Malicious storm has snared its pray,
Dazzled by lightning, deafened by the Jupiter’s Thursday
Who strikes the globe like a goombay.
Cold-blooded we fall victims to a vehement osprey,
Incurring wrath out of the way,
Raging in its complete heyday.
It had a message to relay.
The wind, the rain, the waves made their communiqué
Then publicized the lousy thing without delay.
Guess I was just in time for quite an awful matinee.
They circled us and danced a dizzy roundelay.
“I’ll smash you down come what may.
You are all ruined anyway.
If have the gall to challenge a skilled military attaché,
Your ego must be puffed-up like soufflé.
