Igor & Ivan posing as two no-nothing hipsters
step out into the cool evening air; the crowd
from the bar crawling all over the strobe lit
floor like insects & out onto the pavement;
the girls leggy models in denim short-shorts
dark shades & deck shoes; Igor & Ivan were
at a table arguing over literature the way
they thought American writers did back in the
Parisian 20's of the Lost Generation: Ivan has
a new poem he insists Igor listen too; Igor did
a line of blow at the table as Ivan stood &
shouted "Putin! Putin! The President of my
**** & *****! The world is Mother Russia's
toilet & President Putin ***** on the world!
Especially American California blondes made
extinct by wild forest fires!" Ivan laughed
then & sat, Igor offering him a hit of coke;
the waitress came over smiling & asked if
they were eating; no, drinking, you cow, put
that tray down & stand on ur head like a gypsy
witch would do; the girl's eyes watering
dripped mascara; Ivan stood & held her
apologizing for being a terrible poet; she
forgave him according to her Christian faith;
Igor left the table & met a set of hot twins
outside the restroom; he offered them money
& coke & brought them back to the table; Ivan
was gone w/ the waitress & Igor would next
see him passed out in bed after spending the
night w/ the girl & her mother; Igor kept
the twins over for breakfast & when Ivan
awoke he heard them laughing in the other room