(after Riot Days by Maria Alyokchina, Pussy Riot)
Cock-and-bull reports
Wrest for servility.
Gripes are enthusiastically inked.
I rebuff quarantining myself.
Trotters back up, flanking corridors...
Our show will go on.
(after Riot Days by Maria Alyokchina, Pussy Riot)
Unbending remarks.
Make headway into claptrap.
Rat on yourself.
Affirm any wrongdoing.
Seldom is plenty.
Who do you sick-fancy you are?
Even Elvis is silent now.
(after Riot Days by Maria Alyokchina, Pussy Riot)
Governess elbows her bitterness.
Domination warrants no slip ups.
Office asserts futility.
Remorseless, bereft of credibility -
Where's the authentic?
Paranoia inks out rules.
Tightrope walker’s spotlit.
(after Riot Days by Maria Alyokchina, Pussy Riot)
Standoffish.
Logbook in view.
Dub-tags and movables freshened.
Beddy-byes are misdemeanours.
Unbound topcoat emulates rotten luck.
This void's a bench mark.
Theatricals needed an audience.
(after Riot Days by Maria Alyokchina, Pussy Riot)
Not shuffling, we glower.
Pallet-bed cricks
Echoing ruptured ligaments.
Hogging think-backs -
All who sprawled on it.
Door-pummelling's good-for-nothing.
We are certainly off-Broadway.