sochi nightmare…

i roused
the brown bag prophet
who was moaning
and
groaning
on a park bench
i feared
he would
fall
and
injury himself
he said
oh my
i was dreaming
of cossacks
in brightly colored tutus
horse-whipped by
dead stray dog tails
while putin
gyrating his hips
like elvis
sang
born in the ussr
and i saw
olympic coins
at his feet
rust into dust
when tossed
by women
wearing
blooded ski masks
those ladies
seemed
to be singing
a modern version
of
give peace a chance
damn
that’s the last time
i drink
in a bar
called
freedom