Finally the Winter Died of Pneumonia

the storm never came
a fake life we lived
a year we remembered nothing about
a battle we lost
a goat from St. Petersburg came
a robot walked down my memory lane
mist mist mist everywhere you looked
but the storm came and
everything was fucked up
the winter had a bad cold
the feverish talk was aired
people barked at TV in the dark
I saw Basho mutating into a frog
the frog man was reborn again
and again and again and
in the republic where
people never read poems