Archive for March, 2018

Sibir Rail Track, Taiga, Sunrise

 

My chance has gone,

the calendar and passport say.

“Did I ever actually have one?”

I sigh.

Fate has no reply.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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The abbreviation,

it stands for something,

no one remembers what –

much like a politician.

 

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1933.05.10 Berlin Book Burning

 

Alas, not a copy of Peter Pan in sight.

(Knowledge is the lifeblood of my brain…)

Idiots,

wannabe Prussian scum,

terror reigns.

Inverting the Godly,

debauched, they deign:

ashes for beauty.

 

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Rus Prison Guards 1

 

What is it to you?

(Stick of stringy celery,

let me be!)

Do you really gain from my misery?

 

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The toilet paper is shit!

So much so,

that it makes me hanker for

the time

when we carried newspapers around.

Newspapers which weren’t, perhaps,

but now, most definitely are

*shit*!

Oh, how the world turns.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Whatever your dictionary may say,

inequity

and iniquity

are synonymous,

concepts and words,

in this fallen world.

 

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Bus and Princess,

two words that surely do not belong in the same sentence,

yet, today the absurdity of my reality

coalesced,

hitting home again,

with those very words,

clearly heard,

leading me to despair,

and introspection.

… Am I beyond repair?

 

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Fractions are nice

but imprecise.

Photo-opportunities,

bullshit,

vapidity,

trickery…

Delusions.

Who can tell how much

you steal from us?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

As always,

yesterday, today, tomorrow,

in peace and war,

as always,

life is cheap

and your pain

is someone’s game.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

A war

of religion and ideas?

No, politics, greed and hate.

Ambition and debauchery.

“Adventure” and following orders.

… Much like 1655.

… Much like Das Dritte Reich.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat