(untitled) -- a collection of experimental poetry [COMPLETE]

10 sketches of Moscow

I.
snow falls in overlapping currents: three dimensional static.

a regiment of cathode rays leaks dollops of liquified halos.

in response, the shiny wires weep.

II.
malevolent chinese lanterns glare like the splattered chunks of a blood-orange.

from here, the Foreign Ministry's black foundation mountainranges the waist of a stargazing colossus.

some of those satellites could've been stars.

III.
antennae twitch like dragonflies and the satellite dishes are the lilypads, but where is the Frog?

vertical canyons spider out of edges.

the sky is the colour of moonlight flooding through the eyelids of a napping prostitute.

IV.
motes of dust float around a streetlight like bumblebees around a luminescent hive.

the stranded streetlight is a featureless totempole, centering an atrium.

this view is partly obscured by a fishbowl penthouse.

V.
at its base are yellow stains, and some sort of hole.

the balcony has been abandoned for two years.

inside are tools and boxes waiting for no one to arrive.

VI.
there are still so many dots of snow.

some scurry in ribbons, others are zigzagging pine trees.

they remind me of a street crossing in Tokyo.

VII.
at a certain angle, these patterns disappear

a titanic wall of frost and nothing more.

the kitchen chandelier is half-reflected in the mirror.

VIII.
a floating sofa in the streets of Moscow.

what a curious notion.

the boulevards are planning for a crisp morning, the colour of a powdered mint.

IX.
a killer whale's hide, mistaken for the pavement, is briefly disturbed by a jacket.

now it scuttles into a cosy nook.

a motorcycle echoes the snarling of petroleum.

X.
bubbling hot oil.

the engine a phoenix in overalls.

it shovels coal into a mouth that hates the snow.