Archive for the ‘Сладких снов!’ Category

1. Ru, By

Sometimes, when we wake,

in golden moments of desperation,

we grasp, in mind fog,

trying to remember,

where and when we are,

what responsibilities loom,

hoping, perhaps,

miraculously

it’s yesterday.

 

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Son

Is this some kind of realization,

a real-life manifestation

of a dream come true?

If so,

I want to go back to sleep.

 

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Tsar Bomba 2

Because you are you,

and I have no other true ally,

my nuclear lover,

any treachery is magnified infinitely,

to treason, to perfidy,

beyond reason,

and I react

exponentially.

 

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Haunting feeling,

hard to shake:

like, something’s about to go wrong,

about to break.

 

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Akimbo,

defiant, I try,

to take a stand against limbo.

 

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Mars Night Sky

A vague memory of some pleasant

(or at least benign) dream persists.

You were in a cocoon,

protected from time and place.

But now awake and exposed,

you grope,

you hope,

Jaruzelski’s dark glasses.

 

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1879, Prang, Boston

For as long as there is a calendar,

which informs and dictates our thoughts and actions,

there can be no freedom.

Watching our dreams fly away…

 

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Freedom,

if it exists,

or is even possible,

may be expressed and reflected

in thoughts and words unspoken,

sometimes written.

It is not, however,

in, or guaranteed by,

any code or constitution.

 

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TV_ Lost Signal

Turns out,

alas,

the fools aren’t useful

at all.

 

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Beagle Dreaming

From the outside:

A sleeping dog twitching.

On the inside:

Dreams of nuclear fusion.

 

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