I promptly smeared the map of daily
With splashing paint in one quick motion
I have displayed on a tray of jelly
The slanted cheekbones of the ocean
Upon the fish scales tinsel pattern
Ive read unknown lips salute
And you,
could you have played
a nocturne
On a waterspout for a flute?
Could You?
written byVladimir Mayakovsky
© Vladimir Mayakovsky