Tuesday, September 4, 2012



I rent a room in a place a hundred years old,
where turning off the lights in the bathroom
kills power in half  the house -
so they're always on.

As I lie in bed with Dead Souls,
before Moscow falls to Napoleon,
the Muscovites burn their homes
to the ground.
Better that, 
than shelter
the enemy.



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