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Фрекенбосх и Фрекенбро
Поглощали серебро,
А потом, топя в педали,
На молочку нажимали.
Уши скручены в конфеты,
Языки на пистолетах —
Девки белые везде
Рассекают на хлысте.
Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Paris, 2021 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.
👉 tiktok.com/@kulikovskyonthepunchline
👉 youtube.com/@KulikovskyOnThePunchline/shorts
Поглощали серебро,
А потом, топя в педали,
На молочку нажимали.
Уши скручены в конфеты,
Языки на пистолетах —
Девки белые везде
Рассекают на хлысте.
Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Paris, 2021 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.
👉 tiktok.com/@kulikovskyonthepunchline
👉 youtube.com/@KulikovskyOnThePunchline/shorts
This poem is a carnival of freedom, where each being moves on its own orbit. Frøkenbosch and Frøkenbro follow nothing but their inner impulse. They exist as style, as act, as defiance. That’s individuality — being unapologetically yourself, even if you’re a steroid-fueled urban fairytale.
(Montreal)
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