Archive for the ‘Мысли на день’ Category

Fetal Position 1

Awake, I feel the pain, an illness, a vileness inside, it’s all-consuming.

My sole coherent speech is to beseech Jesus. …

My head spins, internal, diabolical swim.

I seek a dark space, a semblance of sensory peace,

before my soul completely dissolves. …

I hold my breath and shut my eyes.

… My only escape: tomorrow.

I hope,

I can dream…

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Koala Rescue (NSW, 2019.11)

Satisfactory, maybe

sufficiently OK;

survival, sometimes

is ambitious enough.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

 

Конец света (Ukr)

My head feels cold inside,

my heart rises into my throat,

I feel ill, overwhelmed,

betrayed by life and family,

sensing, knowing

impending doom

soon to thunder downstairs.

 

(To be continued…

hopefully)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Meteor X

Humans, in their hubris, think that they know.

*They* do not know.

*I* do not know.

*We* can speculate, postulate, approximate.

But, we do not,

and can not, truly know.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Nazi Maedchen Suki

Watch documentary:

Middle finger exercise…

Nazis, I despise!

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

 

SPb TV Tower

Leninist University of Millions on TV,

Welcome home, it’s telling me,

Happy day,

Yesterday.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Pressure comes in myriad forms.

You don’t truly realize mine,

I don’t yours.

Regardless, in its grip we suffer:

Battered, bruised, traumatized.

Pressurized!

Something’s got to give.

Under pressure, I resign,

scatter the pieces off the board!

Enough of half-truths, banalities and exploitation!

*Id* wants to go home.

(I herewith refuse to answer my phone.)

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat