Archive for the ‘Роман?’ Category

Лидия Вележева, kino

We’re all idiots,

it’s a defining feature of humanity.

We’re all idiots,

more some days than others;

collectively and individually,

some are more consistently

supreme in idiocy.

Alas …

In summary:

to a greater or lesser extent,

we’re all idiots!

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Flower Blows, Hope_

It’s not the end of the world,

so as to say.

But, yes, actually it kind of is …

Here and now, this time and place,

for the individual and collective,

this very minute:

Gone, blown away.

 

(To be continued…)

               

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Freud's Couch

He asked me about my dream.

To summarize, I replied: “Incontinent Nuns.”

“Wow, that’s sick! he exclaimed.

To which I explained,

philosophically defining incontinence.

“Oh, that’s quite healthy,” he smiled,

“To fantasize about such things.”

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Vremya

“All the time in the world!” …

Until said world ends.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Trusiki, Dollars, Sale

They seem to think that bombarding me with consumerist, commercial gimmicks, “must haves” and “right nows” will increase their relevance; make me relent, to “buy” their thinking and ways.

They are wrong.

Every day I am more and more detached,

repulsed.

… Walk away.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Чёрная Пятница

They put you on the spot,

saying this offer is too good to miss,

it’s now or never, customer!

Buy, or die,

they imply.

Tempting, encouraging, “exhorting”.

They manipulate and extort.

Black Friday,

saturation and lies.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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PSR B1509-58

The scientist is a celebrity, he’s frequently on TV.

He makes pronouncements, he expects you to believe.

He understands, it seems, the deepest mysteries of this and other galaxies,

until tomorrow, of course, “new discoveries”.

And God, he poses,

as if he knows, definitively:

“this kind of faith is a delusional fallacy.”

As if, indeed, he knows.

… Like the wind blows,

he too will fade away.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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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…)

 

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A Roman Slave Market 1

He knocked on the door, and I decided to buy what he was selling:

Life Insurance.

Sure, why not?!

I’ve lost plenty of life in the past, missed opportunities and such,

pain and drain,

no doubt I’ll miss out on more in future too.

So, if they can insure me against these loses,

reiumburse me somehow,

restore my life and living,

yes,

I’ll pay the small monthly premium.

(He said I maybe didn’t understand the “business model” completely, but if I’d be so good as to sign on the dotted line, he’d expedite my policy…)

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Koala Rescue (NSW, 2019.11)

Satisfactory, maybe

sufficiently OK;

survival, sometimes

is ambitious enough.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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