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still waiting,


for the adults to act like adults,




… Really,

do we ever stop being petty children?





You listen to them and are immediately engaged:

Intelligent voices, perceptive.

You listen some more and gradually realize

how stupid in fact they actually are.

… Brainwashed wannabes:

talkative parakeets,

lauded by a society,

on a road to destruction.

Spouting words, no real comprehension,

elucidating idiocy,


nodding audience proficiency.

… Messages of love,

laced with hate.

(*Agree, or die!*)

… Really,

must we accept this “fate”?





Small word,

big meaning.

If only…

Implications immense,

future, past,





It’s the most natural thing in the world,

he said,

to kneel on the soft, grassy ground.

… Indeed…

Still, your knees peel,





Last night Dionysus.

Today, I pick up the pieces.




What to do when home no longer exists?

Time and place gone

away so distant,

you wonder if it ever really was



in reality,

or just another fallacy

in this chamber of crazy mirrors

we call the life and times

of modern wo/man.




The Nuclear Scientists

are Nihilists.

… Compromised,

corralled by governments and strategists,

they wanna blow off some steam.

… Everyone has their limits.




Last night’s sex,

tomorrow’s ex.

… Betrayal of sacred act,



… Intimate enemy.




So, you switch on the TV

and watch the news, in French.

You understand some French,

the rest you give the benefit of the doubt,

the moving pictures help,

and you enjoy the in-depth, interesting,

intelligent coverage.

The TV channel changes.

Beyond your control…

More news, different language,

big let down.

Alas, English, you fully understand,

and you are depressed by the banality

of the reportage,

the idiocy of the story.



Governmental, societal stooges

wanna drag you into the shit.

Will you let them get away with it?




Yesterday’s sans-culottes,

today’s slut,

tomorrow’s dead.

The “progressives” perceived reality,

embracing that formerly renounced,

through history they flounce.

Verily, there is nothing new under the Sun.

Progress is revolution,

in the truest sense of the word.

In the end, back to the beginning…