or was it Bangkok?

the imperial family,

buried in St. Petersburg cathedral

or was it Bangkok?

are kick boxing the golden rule,

drinking a Moscow mule

with a revolutionary head,

filling it with the dread

of Chinese schemes

and the unexpected night screams

of the golden Buddha.

in the Ukraine,

black clad mercenaries

with white penis brains

are seen urinating in the harbor,

while stroking their friends,

hoping to make amends

for their complicity

or was it Bangkok?

the foreshadowing grows

and hopefully someone

somewhere knows

the stories that

Churchill might have been a minor drunk

but it was the major battleship Bismarck

that was sunk

in the Atlantic, west of Brest, 

while imagining a Nordic woman's fine breast,

all the way to the bottom of the sea.

and a mysterious Romanian lady,

who never said the word 'maybe',

realized her own desires

were perfectly-formed internal fires

and her eyes were clear.

she placed her wine glass on the small table,

picked up her brush,

tapped a bit of custom-made pigment blush

on the handsome face of a portrait lover,

who did not speak her tongue,

but knew where her closet skeleton was hung.

under cover,

in Indonesia,

Bali, actually,

i went to a knee

to have a better view of the incoming tide

or was it Bangkok?

where all the Russian mobsters

used speed dial to call their mother.

there are stories that they knew Churchill

and drank with him in the bunker underneath

the back streets of London

or was it Bangkok?

perhaps Bucharest?

i once asked a Croat

and a Serb

but they gave conflicting answers:

one a noun and one a verb.