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:
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 !
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