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B-52 Refuelling

Those heavy airplanes, droning loudly,

an American told me it’s the sound of freedom, rejoice!

I don’t.

Once the noise from above gets into your head,

it gets into your everything,

vibrations,

a horrible, visceral kind of rape,

a violation of body and mind.

Cacophonous, staccato, adagio,

and droning,

contradictory,

and all-encompassing

deep, intensive, droning.

On and on they fly.

How many can there be?

What are they carrying?

Cargo, bombs, materiel?

Where are they going?

Fighting terrorism?

(“Please…”)

My head throbs.

I hate the present, I fear the future.

On and on, the droning goes.

This is the sound of tyranny.

*This* is terrorism.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

migren

Soon thereafter, however, the feeling fades. A new self-realization gradually and suddenly dawns.

The hit is actually shit.

But then, isn’t everything?

*Fuck this life and its baggage!*

Everything is pain!

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Pivo, Escape, Sleep

Pain overcomes brain.

Need relief, need to escape,

or obliterate.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Headache, Drinking Tea, Utro_

Time hasn’t been kind

to our kind,

in my mind,

splitting headache,

dreams forsake.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1 (Pain)

It was a long night

but not long enough,

unable to sleep,

mind racing,

injustice and pain,

until

too late.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat