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Milestones?

Millstones!

Expectations

and flagellations.

Society, others and self drag one under…

… As waves crash on the shore

and life washes away.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Naked I stand before them…

They gawk, smirk and laugh,

sensing humiliation, they salivate.

Nothing (much) left to lose, I feel

exposed and strangely liberated,

arms akimbo, I laugh back.

Sensing crazy, they walk away.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

It’s World Fair Trade Week,

whatever that means.

“Like, fair trade prostitution?” I ask.

… Unexploited, with no pimps.

An honest and fair exchange.

Is it possible?

… In this age where sex is no longer sacred,

well, maybe.

But, then, *everything* is a commodity,

and *everyone* wants the best deal.

… And money is tighter than your ass.

So…

Likely, no.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

In my descent into madness

(as many would see it),

I’m becoming more and more detached,

from what society tells me I should be.

Yes…

I’m finding sanity,

a certain clarity.

Cleansing and wholeness…

Gladness envelopes my soul.

(*Fuck you and your ladder!*)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

New York is enraptured

as Jimmy Connors is more of an asshole than ever,

and

the USSR is crumbling apart.

Momentous.

Cavernous pit,

all utter shit…

Captivating,

compulsive

trainwreck in motion,

where will it end?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Woe is me,

Woe is you,

Woe is us…

Screeching fuss.

The human condition.

Heal me physician!

(As if!)

You seek help.

Placebo today,

Butcher tomorrow.

Vanity of vanities,

Perpetual insanity.

… Humanist?

What hope?

Together, all alone, we die.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

If you’re lucky, you “get” me.

Alas, I never get you,

or yours,

despite my natural ear for languages.

… I languish.

Illuminated and enlightened

in

perpetual anguish.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

History and terror.

Who knows what was true?

Can you trust perspective?

If you were there, passion and fear,

ashes,

blood,

and guts.

For the others:

words, time,

rust…

Detachment changes meaning

and books

gather

dust.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Every thought you think.

Every urge you indulge and/or struggle against.

(… Resist!)

Every order you obey.

Everything you say.

Every word you read and/or hear,

affecting, …

infecting your perspective.

Constant barrage,

constantly compromised.

Trust no one.

Your time will come.

Kompromat.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

As I pace in my cell,

forwards and backwards,

I consider,

imagining myself somewhere and someone

else.

Imagine… Like an American.

Way of life.

Today.

Planet Earth.

Some women give birth.

Progress.

Glacial.

Nonetheless, progress.

If I had a therapist,

they would be impressed.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat