Archive for the ‘Роман?’ Category

satan sowing seeds

You, me,


do everything we can,

constantly try to do the right thing,

and yet,

time after time,

we get pissed upon.

The system, or some minion tool,

always seems to have a taste and need

for blood.

“What a wonderful world.”


(To be continued…)








Son altesse la femme

Still seeking meaning,

in a world of pain and hurt,

I’m ready to sell.


(To be continued…)








Pornokratès, 1878

Cast adrift in an absurd and hurtful world,

we do our best to survive.

Open to the possibility

of comfort and relief,

regardless of source,

solace we crave;

day by day,

more desperate and depraved.


(To be continued…)








Lake Baikal, Starry Night Sky

If I had,

but I didn’t,

so don’t (remind me, or pull me down, under, to drown) …

It’s gone.

I tried.


(To be continued…)








Birobidzhan, 1999 (2)

The neighbors take great delight in broadcasting

the progression of their happiness,

their version of fulfillment,

for everyone to see.

“Aren’t they doing well?” “Good for them!”

Ostentatious scum!

The sweetness of their hollow success is magnified by my sad bitterness.


(To be continued…)








2020.02.08, 1312

Hollow words, no substance,

vain repetitions, ardently observed.

Expansionist gestures, in your face:

is it faith, or is it hate?

Intentions regardless, you show respect,

and wait for the toilet to flush.


(To be continued…)









So, yes, I have another drink.

I only want to extend the pleasant mellowness,

sense of enlightenment, peace:

is that ever wrong?

… Define abyss.


(To be continued…)









Relatives, are relative …

Family: they all have their needs,

and they all want something from you.


The good ones will be there for you too –

alas, mine was not one of these.

Perfidious scum, they bled me dry

and ran away.

Relatively free,

somewhat at peace,

alone at sea.

Why would I complain?

(Haunted by memories…)


(To be continued…)








Rouget de Lisle

I’m sorry, I didn’t realize,

liberty, egality and fraternity

were reserved for “citizens”.

Alas, bourgeois nationalism,

and warmongering paternalism,

is not in my blood.

Who, I ask, is impure?


(To be continued…)








Rus 1 (2)


Who knows what tomorrow will bring?

Enjoy today while it lasts.

(Snow melt means sadness…)


(To be continued…)