There she was...after a dizzing burst
into the cold dark space
leaving jet streaks behind...
The enchantress
so blue, even Misha's eyes
paled in comparison
Numero Uno means little
In this void....
Hammering heart
as Home beckons
Nikita seemed happy for once.
What’s with the Babooshka and loaves
When samogonka would make me float.
("babooshka" - grandmother, "samogonka" or "moonshine" - homemade vodka, Nikita Khrushchev - the then Russian President.)
6 comments:
nice post Rek - kind of scary that this was 50 years ago.
David
Nice.. I loved it.
Solid, interesting piece.
Forget earth when you lay afloat in heaven? :P
I wish to experience that feeling at least once. For myself.
Cheers
Blasphemous Aesthete
Thanks @david, @Pravin, @ Anshul and @ steve for liking this.
Fair without, foul (false) within.
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