1988. Prohibition Fails.

Posted: 2018-06-18 in Alone, At Sea..., ©SvetkaSamizdat, Вид, Понимание, Siberia

In Petrograd’s embrace,

tantalized, I lose my place,

the queue is long but

strangely

I don’t care.

At peace, I look up,

staring at the sky.

I fall asleep.

Beautiful, detached sleep,

life in another realm.

Poking me with a stick,

they accuse me of falling off the wagon.

“Wagon?” I reply,

“What freaking wagon? I’m from Siberia.”

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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