Putin
KGB
FSB
hiding in plain view of Red Square
and across the bridge
Heartbreak Ridge
near Piccadilly Circus
and the London Times
which almost rhymes
with Theresa May
and the Parliament
one fine day
a special delivery letter
will get her
to vist St. Petersburg
where Stalin's ghost
with the most
astonishing Soviet smile
full of polonium
and caviar
ah, a former home of the Tsar
and the famous black mustache
bags of untraceable cash
and offshore accounts
invisible to all but the fastest hands
deft
theft
and meanwhile the peasants toil
over Motherland soil
and Pussy Riot
once loud
now all is quiet
on the Western front
far from Butyrka prison
where a waiting sunbed
(more dead
than alive)
rots,
surrounded by cold cots
of empty dreams
and Trotsky's shoes without feet
silently walking the Grand Kremlin's bloody street
far from their villa in Coyoacan, Mexico.
I use words to deepen my observations. All of the following works are © copyrighted. They are the intellectual property of Greg Hoover. If you or anyone you know is interested in licensing one or more written works for use in a compilation, as lyrics in a musical work, synced to video, or some other use, feel free to contact me about an arrangement. But if not, assuming you are curious and literate, simply reading for pleasure is encouraged.
Cotopaxi, Ecuador (summer 2012)
Monday, March 12, 2018
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