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Maybe I’m addicted.

So? Who isn’t? (there’s always something)

Maybe *it*

is exactly what we need

to get through yesterday and today.

Alas, indeed,

it’s not like tomorrow’s guaranteed.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

She accused me of being paranoid,

like it’s a character flaw.

Hah!

People make one paranoid.

People like her.

In time,

future and history,

you will see

paranoia,

an inevitable development,

a coping mechanism.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

And so, I withdraw.

However much it hurts me,

it hurts you way more.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

If you look up you might see something,

perhaps even something wonderful.

But most people don’t look up,

they prefer to look down,

to stay, as they say,

in touch, “grounded”.

In the mud one doesn’t see

the reflection of lost opportunities.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

In my piss

I smell asparagus.

It speaks of a certain kind of wellbeing.

… Elemental bliss.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Comrade Stalin was speaking to me,

through time and space,

poetic soul,

another voice,

saying:

let the cloud dweller be.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

It’s not a conspiracy theory

if it seems real,

if you believe,

if you *feel*.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Sleep.

Eat.

Sleep.

Shit.

Sleep.

Dream.

Sleep.

Think.

Sleep.

Stretch.

Sleep.

Write.

Perfect life.

Catlike.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Do not underestimate the power of revulsion,

Dear advertisers.

I am a better person, immediately, for seeing your shit,

I get up, turn the television off and walk away.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

From Krasnodar,

she perceived the cold,

while others scoffed,

she dressed wisely.

Passage of time,

flowers wilt and die,

passage of time.

She would go to their funeral,

but she has something else (more interesting) on.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat