BLUE

a couple 

Snorking

On the metro 

Chewing phlegm 

Like bubble tongue 

I could see them 

Through the filthy 

blue 

And yellow glass 

'Twas not me

In this reflection 

'Twas the limit 

Of constraint 

couples shattered 

In the rapid 

Transport's rattle 

Through the tunnel 

As a bullet 

Projectile vomits

From the barrel 

Of the sun

They'd be happy

Being scattered 

To the wet flats

And the sea

If silence laughed

You could frame their 

Mastication 

Like an aeon 

Or a flea. 

O7/08/17 - Moscow

artwork - irina savina