Kazantip 2013

 

I *found* my virginity

at Kazantip…

Maybe it was sanity,

the noise ringing in my head.

Enlightenment,

and tomorrow’s migraine.

 

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1933.05.18 Heidelberg Univ Book Burning Glee

 

You may, or may not, have lost your virginity

at Bodensee …

It might have been your head.

 

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Iphigenia, Sacrifice of_ François Perrier

 

TV Preacher talks of her childhood,

molested and raped by her father.

Repugnant.

She made it through, thank God,

and, though bitter for years,

got to the point where she could forgive,

move on, and talk about it.

And talk, and talk,

preaching the power of forgiveness.

Ultimately then I realize,

whether deliberate or not,

she *has* revenge.

The people, the faithful, the casual,

watchers and listeners around the world

all rightly sympathize.

And millions now know her father was scum

(like the cop he offered her to).

Evil seed in everyone?

 

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You call me a failure

as I wait passively,

knowingly,

waiting for the “go-getters”

to implode.

The preponderant

speculative,

acquisitionist

nature of society

is a crock

destined to fail.

 

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Perfidy, Betrayal. Knife & Flowers Behind Back

 

Memories that stick,

like fish bones in throat.

Nothing chokes like family.

 

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3.06 Polar Bear 1

 

How meaningless so much of it is, was and will be.

You know it’s futile.

Yet, still you wish you’d had the courage, energy and stupidity to do things differently.

Who knows?

Manipulated, violated and compromised, you die

daily.

Bruised and beaten,

tonight you dream,

ethereal,

lost Eden.

 

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I don’t understand.

I don’t want to understand.

I already understand too much,

such hurt.

… Confusion reigns.

Delirium aims.

Dazed, dizzy we fall.

 

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Woman sleeping

 

In my dream,

he kissed me passionately,

told me I was beautiful.

He licked my neck and said:

“I wanna fuck your brains out!”

… And other terms of endearment,

such I dream.

 

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There are clues,

breadcrumbs, let’s say,

hints of decay,

nonetheless, simply put, it worked,

until it didn’t,

to be precise, it worked until

people no longer believed.

… They wanted something different! …

As they say, be careful what you wish for.

(Such a true cliché!)

… Homage for Yugoslavia.

 

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“I hope she’s worth it,” I say to my brother,

though I already know the answer

is no.

Endless,

meaningless talk,

stress, pretence,

moral bankruptcy,

wage slavery,

dementia…

What men will do to get fucked.

 

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