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OK.

I’ll put it in terms that you will maybe understand:

1991…

We were promised Mercedes,

instead we got Trabants.

… Fake Trabants, at that,

for which we had to wait

and wait

and wait,

until Uncle Kolya returned

from Magdeburg.

Finally…

petit

liberal

democracy.

Hollow

Lies

Realized.

A sad kind of death.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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I woke up this morning

and it wasn’t yesterday,

alas,

instant headache.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I wait for a smile,

some hope.

… I get nothing

but hurt.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

“All the time in the world…”

Come and gone.

Flag unfurled.

Devushk son…

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Waiting,

still waiting,

forlornly,

for the adults to act like adults,

consistently,

rationally,

compassionately.

… Really,

do we ever stop being petty children?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Routines are easy,

routines are hard,

imply discipline

(and cloaked petard!)

… Trash day,

Broken Soul Prospekt.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Yes, things suck, I quite agree,

but it’s hard to imagine it being

any

other

way.

So, let me be…

In relative peace

and comparative security.

…Pseudo-free.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

And so you make do with whatever peaceful moment you can grab.

Relax.

No matter how banal.

Sigh.

Alas.

Just wait!

It’s a hell of a way to live:

Waiting for the next catastrophe,

knowing it’s gotta be near.

Knowing your mediocre “idyll” won’t last.

Knowing a complication is coming,

fear, fear, fear!

Half-Life lessons.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Another day,

another pain.

Another week,

another bleak

outlook,

visceral pain,

as you watch your life gurgle away

down a clogged

bathroom drain.

Blood and hair,

existential despair.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

What to do when home no longer exists?

Time and place gone

away so distant,

you wonder if it ever really was

actually

home

in reality,

or just another fallacy

in this chamber of crazy mirrors

we call the life and times

of modern wo/man.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat