the city inside me is hidden
own Nevsky prospect
Catherine with a grenade
Peter in wreath and in melancholy
in the heart of Vasilievsky island
freezing in the eternal wind
and to Petrogradka so simply
side to cuddle up to in the morning
but too much alcohol
in the intravenous Neva
echo will answer involuntary
life is good, give two
the wind will change the gait
just adding context
water into wine, beer, vodka
ice and straw in the cocktail
nights whitish lethal
the bridge is not a shoulder to lean on
fish rots from the genitals
or something else.
memory smoked incense
long distance away
where silence and the cool of
and not this here is all