torn labels

winter
glass domes glow
golden
            in th wood night
            dark
                                                   Bond elements

                                                   a black car
                                                   a troika

pulls up
                                                   a hand

th st petersburg ballet company gets out
as snowflakes

and th students kept cold ~
           something abt a princess
           who is turned into a swan by a magician
           and then rescued at th stroke of midnight
           by a prince

sounds of
ice vodka
from a dark office

           belvedere

revolutions hunched on shelves

shots      in th dark                              a shot away
she held my hand

stalin on th mantle
she stared
sh   said                          sh loves to dance  /   but never has

           of her family
           escaping is a dance
                                      th weather in st petersburg was ded

mirror image ::        killer / beggar

balalaika soundtrack

th sickle is in th stars
field of hay
and frozen blood
stumbling out to find her

           once walking these halls
           a russian doll
           opened 10,000 times            , sh said

# posted by hardyf : 13:04