Best Poems Written by Giuseppi Martino Buonaiuto

Kremlin Gremlins

About an hour later she slipped
Yuri Andropov into the conversation:
*“I have to drop off a blouse at the dry cleaners.”*
Suddenly it was May Day &
I’m back in Red Square,
Dwarfed beneath larger than life
Lenin, Engels & Marx mug shots.
Inter-continental ballistic lorry loads
Roll past the reviewing stand, while
Geezer Reds in Ushanka fur hats,
Soused on *Stoli,* reeking of borscht,
Chain-smoke cheap Soviet Belomors.
I share these thoughts, handing 
Mrs. Khrushchev the car keys.
Having cowered herself in terror,
Having ducked & covered many 
Burial promises & shoe-pound threats, 
She gives me a tired babushka smirk.
We are conjugal Cold Warriors,
Both weary now, creeping up on 70,
Skirmishes & brinksmanship behind us.
Tolerant of each other at last;
Lukewarm *détente* between us.

Copyright © Giuseppi Martino Buonaiuto | Year Posted 2016