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Paper Sheet_ Dirty, Messy 1

I turned over a new page,

decided on a fresh start,

determined to do …

But, alas, the new page was soon as messy as all the previous,

confused, complicated, compromised, attempts.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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1990 McDonalds Moskva

So, this is what freedom tastes like?

Greasy.

Alas, I prefer goulash.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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LCI (Fr) Newsreader

It feels like a conspiracy,

logically speaking,

when inconsistencies

become the rule.

Please, dear reader, do not question your sanity. Question your neighbors, the system, and the powers that be.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Looking Over Cliff

Life…

Gradually the abyss is normalized.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Chasy-slomanniy

It is said: God’s timing is perfect.

Alas, this world and its people are not …

They aspire to contrive, exploit, deprive

each other,

every waking (and sleeping) moment.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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Pioneer Plaque Humans

To speak, is to be misunderstood,

more or less, by somebody,

family, friend, enemy,

every day.

 

(To be continued…)

       

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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…)

       

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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…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

migren

As iron and steel

facing oxygen and water,

rust and corrode;

so to our minds, it seems,

in contact with certain people,

sadly go.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Konstantin Yuon, Komsomol Girls (1926)

My good intentions,

distracted by digression,

stretched elastic breaks.

Elastic, Broken

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat