Without a rudder and without sails

On the ethereal ocean,
there,
where are the clouds-beard,
floating loudly in the fog
radio beliberda.
Morning.
There is a pipe on the table.
And suddenly
as if
the pipe broké,
in the membrane
to the drum
forgot, rough:
"Hello!
Hello!!
Hello!!!
Hello!!!!»
And then -
tenorok
(hold on, begins!):
"Comrades,
listen
another lesson,
how to save
and polish the eggs ".
Pondered,
worried,
threw the bed,
in the brain
dark,
as at the bottom of the adits,
- Why should I
eggs to polish?
By Easter,
what?! —
I customize
receiver
in a new way.
Wouldn't he like
new wave to please?
And from the pipe -
sepulchral report,
some
departmental
nonsense apparatus.
Reporter
an hour and a half after listening,
became decadent
and longed.
And suddenly…
startled
enthusiastic ears:
"Hello!
Latest news!
Moscow".
But that́tchas
in the ears
squeak and snort.
Sounds galloped,
played hide and seek -
this
broadcast Ufa
blowing
in the tail
broadcast Vyatka.
Finally
out of patience
they took me out too.
Tube
souĺ,
taking by the throat,
but on me
names showered:
Zines,
Egor,
Mice,
Auntie,
Live!
Day
tormented
like that,
lie down,
a radio
mumbles under the covers:
"In the garden al in the garden
the girl was walking ".
You won't fall asleep,
even lie down like that,
though anotheŕthat.
With thunder
all over the body
cut
radio broadcast grandfather
and grandma
radiomaiĺlei.
States are dozing in the crypts of buildings.
They are not happy,
not sadness,
them
there are no desires in the future,
im…
- seven with half about in and m and l and about in! —
not sorry!