Sunday, October 28, 2007

How Many Aliases?

How Many Aliases?

"What looks

to the world

like giants..."

Bulgakov says to Stalin,

"are geniuses..."

There is a pregnant pause.

Dzhugashvili bends over

telephone to ear

adjusts a clean white sock

glances at factotum

prepares to pounce.

Bulgakov's eyes shut

his mind whitens

suddenly glints

with the Moscow Theatre:

"standing on one another's shoulders."

[Copyright EAC]

1 comment:

Thorndike Pickledish said...

The neon intensity of the day glow light here is electric in a non electric setting --a marvelous atomic rotating donut that is a marvelous visual creation--and the poem is a happy riddle that will be having me floating thru the monkey bars of my mind all day !