Pelevin on the D to Fordham
a story about a werewolf summit
in the forrests outside Moscow
Sasha the wanderlust scion
hitchhiking with a Hawaiin shirt
and a muttsack of question marks
The funny thing is that Sasha
stumbles upon the summit
is only sniffed out by alpha shewolf
who tells him that he should announce
himself to the others and say he is there
because he heard the calling.
On reflection, after besting
the pig impostor, the colonel
asks Sasha to remember why he came
to the sylvan outskirts of Central Russia.
Sasha finks and finks some more
and remembers he woke up early one morning
to find a picture of a wolf among his books.
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1 comment:
I like the Marquez feel....son, like Jose Arcadio roped to the tree.
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