Yes.
I could.
Meet with you.
In July
On a sticky
Massive oak bed
Roll and toss at
"Red Lion"
On Nerudova 41
And sip coffee
Served by a strict
Refined guard
In transparent frail
Shivering mugs
Exclusively for
Impudent young
Lewd Russians
Why come to Prague?
Awkwardly barricade
Grotesque doors
Uncontrollably plunge
From bed to the floor
Exhale; high
Into the ceiling's
Carved painted sky
Dragons on angels
Gusto of grass
You should've gone
To Crete or
Elsewhere to rest!
No.
Stay.
Here’s a trick -
Gazing, absorbed
Drown in abyss of
Gargoyles' eyes
Steal us time.
Snatched a week,
Six days, four, one...
Boeing's constructed
From raiser-sharp particles of
Miniscule guillotines.
English Version of Yes to Prague
© Copyright: Rusya, 2004
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