For Tanesia's Bowl

from the time you landed maybe until you might wake up knowing night was figment the buildings tall sleekness chunk architectures borrowed and built to keep civility in the way that organisms take space and grow from center out stalin marked his mass with blocks older strain is still not from this century but the river’s ice can support the city in time’s of need large trucks rolled across frozen the worst floods are marked with iron quarters were germans got their own high water line russian corners this room and that still painting over twelve languages of graphiti to rosko’s murder happened in a book but the stairs will echo his steps exhaustive walking wears away what can be written into stones zdes ohn napisal prestuplenya e nakazanyaor its not his city in the seems bursting countryside clerks there’s twenty thousand memoires floating in the pages of his story and story and zapiski iz podpolya the thing is its not about hiding if it were not ownership made the flats we used as temporary housing for the jet set elite in soviet times mark this hall with exposed piping set out with brass knobs to look less shoddy shoe repair is tops in small wodden shacks on the street is something missed in every museum you just can’t take in whole stories here rolling on the grass with a chain collar his claws haven’t quite learned how deadly speaking candidly my favorite club was underground they called boonkar on its roof was patio far at street level jenya came back from chicago at twelve she came too back here knowing the language to be made money lips drunken the closer we speak and scream she leaning forward just far enough and tight top low vee-cut back to the subject of literary stigmatas shelves in every pub crawl with books and zoom cafes the check on page thirty sex now mates with lenin and maybe the waitress borrowed her mother’s dress to pioneer the new western freedoms here’s a tv with cherenko walking by and zip to fucking forms in soft core shells landed in spilled blood’s fifth dome knocking down a big chunk o jesus was originally of three domes for father son and holy coat of arms triangulated on their gold crowns until mountain men painted heaven’s glory is layed out on every corner unlike other churches sasha said you have to be dressed prelechnya what you choose to wear is your business but take off the star five points to it and its everywhere like mars field flames to fan it still burns in everything never is forgotten time memorials 1881 at 20:36 someone had to stop the rain which keeps it all still green and the water was high enough to submerge the first floor cellars where the best eats still sink down under the building just far enough for the stray dog to seem filled with smoke and the green fumes of absinth fueled the liberation is a great freedom for the dead like vrubel’s lavender free from linear really to understand this place you have to come to terms with food and the power wielded by grocery stores have now succumb to supermarkets and dixie lies around every corner shops stay open all the time and each one has a state sponsored drunk across from my hotel his name was kolya and looked like he was close to sainthood at twenty three was the solstice and the last bell where they give them the city for their own uses can you tell that things revolve and you can live from celebration to celebratory moods are not advised for foreigners are still niggers and a nigger is a nigger he tried to tell the cop that they were cousins and he was a racist because he was the only black man in the streets are not for making quick work of something that should be kept indoors in the goom’s display cases against the jews why sasha couldn’t understand they died but death isn’t unknowable and he knew that they were dead but still reviled even in death and something like perestroika enduring the longest hatred has got to be a civil duty to serve at eighteen while we were away during those belayi notche vera asked me to go with her and we were followed by body guards ten days of seeing canon’s hand the huge motif of what’s really quite a small head in exaggerated relief aid was something that a people must do for themselves while shostokovich wrote a symphony is always playing in this city even when you can’t stop looking look again at your watch tells you one thing and if it were a clock face you’d wonder where the a and p switched mnm comes up from underground and he’s the worst sort of man that can’t even hold his liquor while you’re sitting on the shitter when the revolution came the aurora glowed on nevya where she rusts to the racket of a nearby caravan of busses in five indo-european peoples we were fucked by the mongols and then took turns being done and doing sweeden was in olden times the worst enemy you can imagine where sometimes you think if they see it somehow reversed like a dove flying through a mirror and every square has been mistranslated into its current form zamak and zamok are spelled the same but mean they have a natural and integral link if you could unlock one to get to the other side of the river isn’t quit the same here in the center of the city you’ll be kept well and hospitable and for fifty bucks she’ll make you orgasm all night long, listen you call me next time you come here as the rain fell I thought back to his job and couldn’t help but chuckle that everyone thinks they’ve been deceived by the cops will leave you be for fifteen hundred is the most expensive piss you’ve ever given that the west doesn’t understand the beauty of birch in the thickest of ancient roman bath houses its purely a russian phenomenon to want something more you ask in metrics drink in english pubs around the world are just as bad outside of england similarly overpriced markets for colorful knick knacks patty whack this old night went rolling into that bronze horse on the whicker rock he rode down and into the dreams seem possible but as you enter the place where five million people dwell and you can’t help but feel that devastation was built into the design of the city