Fodor Not Fyodor - Night Walk With Images Poem by Warren Falcon

'My hosanna is born of a furnace of doubt.' - Fyodor Dostoevsky


streetlight (lamp
no more orphan
glows)

few passersby
to no good
go

nor to
any manageble thing
at all

they
but go

(no) things
themselves


sky machines
cypher-domed
horizon crowned
w/scrapers i.e.

human's grim
insistence
vertical

up-leapers

contrails

no more chimney
sweeps sooted

coaled

petrol-eum
now gums up
all works

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Petrograd
(petrol-grade)
how damnable
(are) your
clevernesses
(wink wink)
forever
Saint Petersburg

Not one sister
city

purges between
shrubs and
out of mis-
placed long
necked lilies

breathes
vodka and sex

grim chorused
pigeon-churn

Icon of Our Lady

(O the lilies white)

drapes drips
robed smeared
candle smoke

sags
the
fagged
ghosts'
conjugal wax
in inkless sky


who is it
mispells

O mispells

repeatedly

the Holy Name

instead
uses abreviations

H N

for brevity's
not breviary's
sake

but (rather)

symbol's rendered
to sign alone

*

Kiosk white white
latticed enlaced
pink roses greet
darkness

TOURISTS WELCOMED

(but no one here
may there indwell but still)

Fodor*
not
Fyodor

burnt hair

singed dawn

continentals drift



'The centripetal force on our planet is still
fearfully strong...I know I shall fall on the
ground and kiss those stones.' - Dostoevsky

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* Fodor is a publisher of English language travel and tourism information. Tourism is a major form of consumerism which is the 'new gluttony'.