Postmodern photokopy
Bahtiyar Hidayet Azerbaijan.
The fence of his 10th villa has 99 towers.
The 99 names of God are written on them.
The missing 100th tower—
His own name should be written there too.
He is one of the gods of this era.
Inside the villa there is a huge pool.
Every day ocean water is carried into the pool.
Because he keeps a shark there.
The missing detail is that they do not measure that water
So that we could compare it with the tears he causes to be shed every day.
That shark eats hundreds of fish every day.
His dogs eat dozens of chickens every day and drink lamb’s blood.
One detail is missing…
At this rate, he will start eating people too.
May his appetite disappear.
Amen, Amen.
Curse the devil.
Idi Amin, Idi Amin comes to mind.
His shoes are made of crocodile skin.
His belt is made of snake skin.
His jacket is made of Laika leather.
And the fur on the jacket is fox fur.
His hat is made of beaver fur.
I fear that his wallet may also be made of human skin.
I pray that it is not so.
Amen, Amen, Amen.
Curse the devil; every time I say «Amen,»
Idi Amin, Idi Amin comes to mind.
The man’s teeth are made of ivory.
But he is not a herbivore.
He is a carnivore.
One thing is missing—his teeth should have been made of lion bone.
The wines he drinks are 80–90 years old,
Older than all the long-lived people of the country.
One thing is missing—the man hates youth.
It shows itself even in this wine collection.
I pray that the man does not hate youth.
Amen, Amen.
Curse the devil.
Whenever I say Amen,
Idi Amin, Idi Amin comes to mind.
The toilet bowl in his bathroom is made of gold.
The missing detail is this:
That toilet bowl should be in the shape of a globe.
The state of the world is like that.
My friend is still a small god.
May this man not become a great God.
Amen, Amen.
Curse the devil; once again Idi Amin, Idi Amin comes to mind.
Look how much science has advanced.
People become photocopies too.
How many photocopies Idi Amin seems to have had.
I pray that this human photocopying stops.
Amen, Amen.
Curse the devil.
Once again Idi Amin, Idi Amin comes to mind.
Let me say this too:
Life spins all of us around.
It’s just that
They spin like crocodiles,
We spin like meat on a grill.
I pray that we do not remain motionless.
Amen, Amen.
Curse the devil; once again Idi Amin, Idi Amin comes to mind.
P.S.
Dear and valued readers,
Please photocopy and share this poem as well.
I pray that there will be peace and safety in the world.
Amen, Amen.
Curse the devil.
Once again Idi Amin, Idi Amin comes to mind.
2.Jennifer’s 57th Birthday
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At your age —
how can such beauty exist?
Maybe God hasn’t finished his masterpiece yet.
Your beauty
is as endless as the sky.
Your black hair — black clouds.
And if those black clouds
one day turn into white clouds,
you will become even more beautiful,
like the clear sky.
Your eyes are like the sea:
brings old age ashore
like a dead sea lion
Maybe these subtexts
will reach you when I’m underground.
You will cry under the blanket,
and your eyes,
like the sea,
will
throw back old age
and you will become even younger.
But maybe then you will know that
stars are not only in the sky,
stars are not only on the stage.
There are also stars underground —
for example, ruined poets,
destroyed talents.
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3.Jabir»s Butts
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Since childhood, Jabir had been smoking.
Because he had no money,
he collected cigarette butts from the streets.
And in his world, the best man
was the director of the meat factory,
because he smoked the cigarette halfway
and threw it away.
The person he hated the most
was the literature teacher:
the cigarette had burned his moustache
and had rotted his teeth.
Jabir also had a good plan:
for preparation for winter,
he would store the cigarette butts
in glass jars.
Because a cigarette butt thrown on the snow
becomes unusable.
Now I see that
the family budgets of the poor
fill up like Jabir’s glass jars,
and the state budget
is in the same condition.
But the officials who eat the wealth —
their bloody teeth
have become even whiter.
And there isn’t a single official
like that director
who would throw half of the wealth
to the people.
I saw Jabir the other day.
His moustache has been yellowed by cigarettes.
His teeth have decayed,
like his life.
He says this country is hell.
He says the fire of hell
lights our cigarettes.
But there is also one beauty in this —
it saves a matchstick.
A final note:
The cigarette had destroyed
Jabir’s lungs.
He had become unusable,
like a cigarette butt thrown on snow.
Shivering, Jabir died —
he went from hell’s local branch
straight to hell itself.
There he would not be cold.
His always-cold body
would warm up there.
This death also affected
his family budget:
he had been fined
300 AZN
for throwing a cigarette butt
onto the street,
and that money remained
for his family.
Sometimes even in
hell’s local branch
good things happen…
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4. Teacher Azrayil’s Lesson
The official is talking nonsense, talking nonsense
His words have two heads
A two-headed word
As if he had two heads – but empty
Head → 2 → The letter O
In the eyes of the people
H_2O, H_2O
First lesson – chemistry, chemistry
They stand up and applaud
Must be trampled underfoot
Must be trampled underfoot
What should be applauded
This is the inverse trigonometric function
This is algebra, algebra – second lesson
Freedom, independence
Democracy, etc…
Everything is relative, relative
This is physics – third lesson
Strange sounds around
That is, groaning, wailing, crying
This is also a lesson – song, song – fourth lesson
Yezidis lead the water works
Sahl Sumbats, Brutus are responsible for security
This is history – fourth lesson
On the screen horror
Somersaults, splits are shown
Shaking fleshy parts
A kind of obscenity
But this is physical education – the fifth lesson
If you can
You skip the last lesson
The last lesson
Teacher Azrayil’s lesson