Я встречаю Новый год,
Вместе с Сашкой Чернорот
И сестричкой Крем-Брюлей,
Дайка тварь лизнуть блядей.
Чешет ногу маг Орфей,
Бармалею нервно курит,
Тем и тем, и тем налей,
Я сегодня Цезарь Юлий.
Yaroslav Kulikovsky. Paris, 2024 (c).
Part of the cycle: Poems on City Flesh and Power.
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This poem doesn’t pretend. It speaks the language of chaos, lust, and absurd celebration — raw, unfiltered, and alive. Emotional honesty here means embracing the wildness of being human: to laugh, to rage, to toast, to ****, to fall — and to own it all without shame.
