S Greeh'Orm Papal'Arm
Sometimes I seem to muddle through* somehow
but English "muddle" cannot outline
a Russian sin split in two parts, a dao
divided into yin and yang, a whine
of lonely hummer in the lack of sickle,
a German bread without pumpernickel,
"Timon of Athens" in a glossy mag,
enamoured Jupiter away from Io,
the old good Middle West without Ohio,
a suddenly inflated airbag.
The Russian language differs. I stay steadfast
to split my sins - an alcohol abuse,
a sloth, a pride as well as bed and breakfast
in half with you, my English-Russian muse.
* (rus.) to do smth with a sin in half.
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