Archive for November, 2019

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I lost myself somewhere along the way,

so I am told.

But really?

Life, we adapt.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Preussen

I dream, out of nowhere,

my neighbor has a huge sailing ship

parked in the communal area.

… I loathe my neighbor,

but he acts like this scene is normal,

coming over to me,

suddenly talking as if we are friends.

… What does it mean?

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Nazi Maedchen Suki

Watch documentary:

Middle finger exercise…

Nazis, I despise!

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Monika Seles, Yugoslavia

Relationship drains,

yet, we endure and maintain,

serve, baseline rally.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Spill

Seconds from being happy,

I spill my coffee …

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Vremya

Wonderful, beautiful ideas,

I am driven to think, explore.

Strands enticing in myriad directions,

intriguing …

But life and time intrude,

like a neighbor’s chainsaw,

“reality”, hah,

the night is bleeding away.

Ultimate frustration, desperation,

despair,

I’m all too aware …

Tomorrow’s clock is ticking.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Yabloko

Did I bite into the apple,

or did the apple bite me?

I wanted:

connection, experience, life.

I got:

convoluted.

The apple is obsessive,

in turn it stimulates and drains,

it projects and reflects

a strange mirror image of myself,

still, I am compelled,

I might be in love,

my mind is swimming,

wonderful, confusing thoughts …

it’s hard to form coherent phrases.

Regardless,

the apple teaches,

at the end of the day,

we’re all complicated.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Sinusitis 2

I blow my nose.

Wow!

It’s transcendental,

it’s transformational.

It changes how I think

and feel.

… It’s mind blowing.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Wonder Wm chloroformed & kidnapped

“Living the Dream”?

Where I thought I wanted to be,

but it’s not what it should have been.

It’s been bruised and spattered,

descrated and shattered.

People and situations, systems and forces

have intervened.

And it’s gone,

like a hazy morning dream

gets forgotten on waking.

Living the dream?

It’s a real nightmare!

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Mormon Tabernacle Choir 2

My neighbor’s a self-centered asshole

(he’s not the only one).

Of course, there’s a story there,

a reason for the meanness,

but I don’t want to know it.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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