Anatoly Kudryavitsky Poems
|1.||A Little Extra Challenge||10/29/2017|
|2.||A Tune For Theremin Vox||10/29/2017|
|3.||Bunin: Portrait With The Person Missing||5/25/2013|
|6.||Hans Bellmer's Dolls||12/20/2017|
|9.||Lost In The Flow Of Time||6/25/2015|
|11.||Of Things Lethean||10/29/2017|
|12.||Poem For Ciaran O'driscoll||12/20/2017|
|13.||Pseudoaluminium And The Big Plans||5/25/2013|
|15.||The Current Balance||10/29/2017|
|16.||The Headless Horseman||10/29/2017|
|17.||The Mother Of All Parades||5/25/2013|
|18.||The Ninth Count Of Monte Cristo||10/29/2017|
|19.||The Shooting Down Of Mh17||7/17/2015|
|20.||The Way Of The Wings||10/29/2017|
|21.||Unknown Item In The Bagging Area||10/29/2017|
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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.
A Little Extra Challenge
The Tower of Babel crumbles, and so does
the builders' sanity, which causes
dust and media storms.
Men with long arms raise the roof beams
skyward; their aprons develop callosities.
Lark feathers get stuck in the lungs.
Whose pockets are full of yesterday?
Whose simple logic makes his chin protrude?