Zamirbek Osorov

The autopilot of Superposition. Selected poems


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when a man from outside comes to America

      without any familiarity

      with the West’s achievements and beauties

      he will be completely gobsmacked by what have seen.

      O yes, you are really great, America,

      you know how to harness the ruling powers

      and press and humiliate them

      for the sake of efficiency, diligence, and competence,

      you know how to speedily change rotten governors

      you constantly drifted from bad to good,

      from imperfect to perfect,

      and therein lies your greatness, America.

      Nay, our rulers could not reach and assess

      all yours excellences and possibilities

      even if you have tried to do all for our benefit,

      supporting our independence,

      weighing up our geopolitics and strength

      in the rotten kleptocratic frame

      and nurturing us with the clean milk of honesty and justice,

      alas, we could not appreciate freedom,

      and get out from the prison, trap, and post-soviet yoke

      carefully prepared by Russian dominance.

      Nevertheless, the Victory in your side, America,

      those who know the art of rotations of men in power

      and supports human values and achievements in advance

      will never be conquered

      by authoritative and despotic countries.

      All the outfitted and outdated models of societies sooner or later crumbled and vanished

      but even God seems to like you, America.

      That’s why, please, get out from power

      as fast as possible

      Putin, Nazarbaev, Lukashenko,

      let your people get the historic chance for a better life

      under elected and controlled governments.

      Please, get out away

      and stop to downgrade, suppress and marginalize

      all the “newborn states” who came to power with the people desires,

      like Georgia, Ukraine, and Kyrgyzstan

      inspired by eternally beamed ideas of Freedom and Democracy.

      Your time has run out,

      please, get away,

      before people revolt and will do that

      with the much blood and sacrifice.

      The universal robberess

      To Inna Aksenova

      I know, how dangerous love is,

      she spoils everything,

      steals everything from me.

      I’ve being mad from many things and wonderful creatures, women, and angels in this world, above

      and beyond it,

      but she came and robbed everything mercilessly from my properties

      and even more, ripped off me for pieces.

      Yes, this funny looking giggling creature

      doomed me for a complete and hopeless orphanage

      and eternal humiliation

      under the scope of such skillful and powerful espionage,

      she stole my head, heart, and soul forever,

      altering this world at all

      from the beginning till the end,

      till the end of all ends and times —

      all my past and past of this world and universe

      and all looming future and eternity.

      She is an awful stealer and nasty girl

      who can other work out and do all such crimes

      and stupefying transformation?

      When eventually not only me and my heart,

      but all the world with its unity and limitless

      with its endless past and endless future,

      all this timely-spatial tightly interwoven continuum,

      o my dear,

      shocked and cried deeply

      from your crimes

      as in the case of clashing two massive Black Holes —

      from where you brought

      so a vast amount of energies,

      the queen of love in her permanent sub-beauty?

      The subtle love

      Our love is hidden

      in Chinese cups, bowls, thermoses, saucers

      among these fine and wonderful paintings

      depicted by ancient masters and their modern students

      on the surface of smooth porcelain

      so deeply engraved in my soul from early days.

      My beloved brassier

      I am sorry, but I want to be yours bra

      but the best, subtlest and precious one,

      the couple of cups of which have been covered inwardly by tender silk and warm wool

      and outwardly – with gold, silver, diamonds, rubies

      and other dearest and healthy for body stones.

      and this underwear designed, sewn and made with the uncanny art,

      that even the heads of nipples

      these “two beaks of quail”

      will find a fine room for own picky, choosy and supersensitive ends

      Yes, I want to be yours brassier, which fit completely

      to shape, size and volumes of two bowls

      where will prepared later the mother’s milk

      and now filled up with the best wine and elixir for me.

      Go ahead piggybacking on the Wests democracies

      Of course, every smart and free nation

      must go piggyback on Wests democracies,

      doing everything

      for sharing things

      extra-valuable for us

      like independently functioning III branches of power,

      free economy,

      pluralism of political activities,

      art of transparent election

      and technology which leading us to independently working judges,

      establishing free press

      in a country where previously journalism

      stamped only odes for rulers

      and every step aside being banned severely.

      Only stupid one

      will be glad free-willingly

      go forward – back to USSR

      stepping