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Dirty Moscow Traffic

Memories

By Vladimir FischerPublished 3 years ago 1 min read
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Photo by @nikolayv on Unsplash

Just playing with my memories. Hope you enjoy

Lost in the streets of Santa Monica.

No, wrong place, wrong tape,

I picked,

on the somewhat dusty shelf,

of the thought memorabilia,

and treasures I imagine.

/

Start again,

Lost in the streets around Lyubyanka,

skipping prayer, glued to the details

of the imprinted splash of the imperial creativity

on a few archaic bricks.

/

Red fabric flask

inside the bony cage

is always beating,

and beating hella fast,

even if the path is known,

even if my lanky body is unseen.

/

Continue down Pokrovka street,

past the small blue palace,

where Pushkin stayed and slept,

maybe wrote, but also ate a lot,

while serfdom served.

/

Skipping fast,

past extravagant

and gayishly flamboyant

embassy of the small Republic Belarus.

/

Moving down some Seika street,

in Japan it means,

a pure form of summer,

but I imagined Finnish shamans,

praying to the god of Maroseika.

/

Now the branches split,

tragic moment,

time stops still,

or maybe I dreamed of

endless gas and crumpled packet

Yava smelling, nauseating,

dirty Moscow traffic.

/

I turn right

down the lane

which name will never rhyme,

I wouldn't even try.

/

Continue straight,

towards the home of the neoclassical idea,

blue medusa, and beautiful architectural poetic muse.

/

Left, I'm almost there,

looking for the reddish building,

the shade of cherished sunset

or maybe a morning rise

More like ketchup-mayonnaise,

true genius, inventor.

/

Gloves are quickly stuffed inside the pocket,

which is not so cozy,

filled with colored wrappers,

and the annoying dunes of crumbs,

kissing wet and heavy gloves,

in a forever dance,

until I halt, this unnatural affair.

Tyrant.

/

I enter,

blown away by a sudden wave of the warm,

air-conditioning tornado,

itching pubic hairs

on the back of my long neck.

/

It's huge inside but modest outside,

kingdom of the literature and prose,

autobiography of dictators,

books of war, and shameless shota,

share the shelf, with business nomenclature.

love poems
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About the Creator

Vladimir Fischer

Aspiring writer ❃ Corporal ❃ Seeker of Truth & Wisdom ❃

Check out Instagram for more stuff🍀 @fischervladi <3

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