Archive for the ‘Мысли на день’ Category

Pained

This morning,

I read a book, an article or two,

and I learned something

intriguing.

Now, some hours have passed,

work and chores demanded,

my mind bombarded,

banal clutter and noise.

And

I feel dazed.

Only a vague memory remains,

a hazy, untouchable recollection,

that I used to know something

which was intriguing.

… Alas, frustrating,

deadening life.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Waves On Beach

Like a machine gun, relentless,

they keep coming.

Even things we like

become contemptible

when they’re relentless.

Like

time, Emails,

wave after wave,

endless repeat.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Erich Honecker

These days, I find much comfort

sitting on my hands,

palms up.

Remembering

his enigmatic pseudo-smile,

Mona Lisa flip-side.

 

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Golf

So goes a man

at ease

with the futility of his existence.

 

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SN Antikythera, SN Eleanor & SN Alexander

Somehow, now,

within me, the stars align,

and,

despite having no desire,

I agree.

Today, as a result, is decided,

but yesterday is still open to question,

depending upon what tomorrow brings

and who “wins”.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Lena, Yakutiya

Oh, the wonderful things I would do,

if I had time,

right mind,

yes, rewind too.

 

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Protest re Demolition 2

(To the detractors and fashionable manipulators of history…)

You disgusting piece of shit!

Tell yourself the lie, if it helps you sleep at night.

Broadcast it in TV programs,

propagate your version of history

into “reality”.

And, furthermore, lie.

While I climb Sverdlovsk TV Tower

and, seeking truth,

dive.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1

In retrospect,

I’m glad I wasn’t born

an Ovechkin.

 

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Stroitelstvo-v-Sulazhgore (Karelia)

Right day, wrong year…

*Fuck, shit, suck!*

Another year older

and wiser…

And how I realize

Winter’s are too short!

 

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2 Stulya (a)

We sit down together,

compare notes,

and disappear.

 

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