Studio8 - Uniting the Arts

Romanov Blue

there is no bread
in the house by the river
a slower glue is needed
for this sort of work - because the wind
is surging
pushing a necklace of dead leaves
spinning towards the window

fuck the patriots
i'm headed for the border
the women & children have eaten
all the ponies and cry still
the bones lay in the grass
cold as ice
hard as stone

there is a song for this i'm sure
some russian will certainly already have composed it long ago
as soon as the sewers quit running
and the glue stiffens
I'll sing it
far away from here
where love is once again
o Tatiana

soulful reprise in the stillness of the first light on the first month of our eternity.

a bleak lyricism that i find most appealing - good stuff, der mingo. a happy new year - i daresay

the swan song trumpets long and low, til it can no longer be heard by human ears,
our vision is no good either, and we are left with only our intellect and empathy.....
good write.....

Thx men, Best of the year to you all

no ponies
no cry