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I'm moving to Russia

That's it
I'm moving to Russia
to write with the kings
Dostoevsky and Tolstoy
to sit in the cafes
and watch the pretty blond
Russik girls
Cook hot in winter
and get kicked out for talking too much
and knowing too much
and loving too much
and believing in God too much
and I'll have to leave my little Russik girls
with blond hair
sent to the army at 18
and Send my ass to the Gulags
to kick ass and break rocks,
lay down the railway tracks
that spans into winter snowy deserts
and dance with Cossack
and write with Solzhenitsyn.

Then those girls they'll miss me
and sing songs about me
dancing in circles
and those men shall honor me
paint my face in Red Square.

Partisans will fire rifles off in cold mornings
and afternoons and evenings,
Go down to Serbia and Macedonia
get myself a pretty girl,
a good one
who smiles all the time and tears up only on happy occassions,
those Russian girls
they're nice, but too wild.

Send off my words
and those hearts will sigh
with hands on cheek
leaning and listening
to scum filled poetry about this and that
we will dance,
oh we will dance
Till we die, we will dance
and remember our fallen brothers in all the wars
our innocent blood was shed for.
For the smiles and frowns
I go to Russia to meet those girls
and give them poetry to sleep with
and warm welcoming kisses on their red rose cheeks
and I wish you a goodnight Dostoevsky
and to you too Tolstoy,
Turgenev, and Solzhenitsyn
All of you, Rest in peace
I'll soon join you,
but let me finish my black coffee and talking
with those 18 year old Russian soldier girls
singing folklore songs from ancestors
and Kings.
They shall soon sing about me
in the square on May 8th.

Copyright © Chris Boskovski


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