Archive for September, 2019

Mercedes 2

They bombard our minds,

triggering new compulsions.

Highway robbery.

(To be continued…)

 

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Past irrelevant:

we gave hearts, minds, love, blood, tears.

Mother of all lies.

(To be continued…)

 

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J Edgar Hoover 2

Told what’s right and wrong.

Simplistic, jingoistic.

American, sure.

(To be continued…)

 

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audition-3

We all have a role,

expectations to fulfill.

For this we were born?

(To be continued…)

 

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NYC Therapy

I woke, and hearing strange noises, it took me some time to realize where I was.

Ah, yes. Sheepshead Bay. Visiting, well, someone.

Gradually, amongst the haze, I remembered I had an appointment today, to see a therapist. Of course, when in New York, do as Romans!

Therapist.

Indeed, as I wait, I see the letters differently, more clearly: The-rapist, yes, the Rapist!

Nein danke!

My mind is messed up enough,

determinedly, I walk away.

Behind me, beseechingly, the receptionist calls…

(To be continued…)

 

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My sinuses were blocked, my head sore.

Amongst the dizziness and fog…

I gradually remembered Ronald Reagan asking whether I believed in reincarnation, or not, and postulating that he, in a past life, may well have been the man who invented the shield (hubristic prick!).

I rubbed my forehead, grimaced, and, yes, there I was, amongst the Hittites, for a time, bloody and forgotten.

No… Please.

Indeed, I shook my head as it dawned, sunrise, another long day ahead, hiking and sailing on the Baltic coast. My fiancée looked so dashing, in 1910.

Exposed, I sweated, nonetheless.

19… 20.

Soon, the fever would break,

and reality, hopefully,

fade away.

(To be continued…)

 

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16XX Daumenschraube 2

Tired, so tired,

of what someone does or doesn’t do,

turning the screw, and making me bleed.

Whether they realize, or care,

it’s killing me.

I think, therefore I am: Unhappy!

I curse the fulfilment they find in banality.

They sneer at the strange “loser”

who keeps to herself.

We each wish the other had been

drowned at birth.

(To be continued…)

 

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Joseph Goebbels i Hund

A glimpse of clarity, an inkling of peaceful surety,

turns quickly to a cacophony of confusion,

mind-screwing mass-delusion.

… And I sink, with the Titanic.

… Too easily, alas, we get distracted,

by maniacs and their dogs.

(To be continued…)

 

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Nuremberg Chronicle 2

It is a beautiful thing,

but it’s been tarnished…

Pollution, people, judgement.

It was a beautiful thing,

but I couldn’t protect it,

nor can I recreate it…

To flames then commit it.

(To be continued…)

 

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Aus Open 4

People are starving,

living, suffering, striving, dying,

in abject poverty.

Meanwhile, “they”,

the representatives of the one percent,

wipe raindrops off a tennis court,

scraping, scuffing, foot-on dragging

21 luxury super-soft Egyptian cotton towels

(meant for the faces and soft bodies

of celebrities and rich wannabes).

Wasted.

Disgraceful.

Sick, sad society.

(Would it kill them to use a mop?)

(To be continued…)

 

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