by Pavel Chichikov
Take my ticket stub without a ticket
Smudgeprint and a number out of place
Ripped across the arrow of one corner
Invalidated, stamped across the face
There's a flight that's leaving in an hour
Oceans underneath a falling sun
Westward, westward rippling in its power
A zodiacal radiance begun
Trapped inside a sluggish damned grey city
Cobbles and a sidewalk up and down
Ancient and lethargic, ever grey –
Will you take my paper and be done?
Patience, say the guardians, now, soon
Expect to hear the ringing of a phone –
Tickets are unnecessary – grow
Features, it's a face that you must show
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