Anatoly Kudryavitsky Poems
|1.||Pseudoaluminium And The Big Plans||5/25/2013|
|2.||Bunin: Portrait With The Person Missing||5/25/2013|
|3.||Lost In The Flow Of Time||6/25/2015|
|4.||The Shooting Down Of Mh17||7/17/2015|
|5.||The Ninth Count Of Monte Cristo||10/29/2017|
|6.||A Tune For Theremin Vox||10/29/2017|
|7.||The Headless Horseman||10/29/2017|
|9.||A Little Extra Challenge||10/29/2017|
|11.||The Current Balance||10/29/2017|
|12.||The Way Of The Wings||10/29/2017|
|13.||Of Things Lethean||10/29/2017|
|18.||Unknown Item In The Bagging Area||10/29/2017|
|20.||Poem For Ciaran O'driscoll||12/20/2017|
|21.||Hans Bellmer's Dolls||12/20/2017|
|24.||The Mother Of All Parades||5/25/2013|
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The Mother Of All Parades
As the empire exhales the dust of its former glory, you merge into a vast mutual body with multiple pebble heads. Cigarette smoke searches pockets and lungs.
If you doze off now, you'll see skeletons marching past through Red Square and rockets watching them closely from the rostra.
When you open your eyes again, festivities will go on. You'll still have a chance to observe the huge inflated faces rising into the air.
The Headless Horseman
The messenger was so dead they sent him
to fetch life. It was easier said than done,
but an agreeable mare was duly
provided to him.
The great desert of non-being knows no storms.
Animal magnetism destroyed the compass;
still, the binoculars caught sight of some
mysterious flashes in the distance.