I heard he only
spoke Russian to horses and
only when drinking
real Russian vodka
or maybe some god-awful
home-brewed concoction
made from various
herbs, flowers and weeds that came
from his garden and
yard, which, only one
shot of would make your insides
feel as if they were
burning and glowing
with an irradiated
skeleton but then
you’d eventually
cool back down to that slightly
more manageable
state where another
glass of that hully gully
didn’t sound too bad.
