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Zamok 2

Strange and unexpected,

but I shan’t complain.

Some things,

I have no want to explain.

(To be continued…)









Kolkhoz, Zima

Dead cows,

unnatural selection,

live long in memory.

Cats eat, caress

and breed.

The good ones, feral and bright

carefully bury their shit,

clawing even frozen ground.








Rus, Aloe

Wet towel falls away,

exposes soft white body,

life manifest, craved.








Paris, 1930s



We say: Courtesan,

it benefits the man.









Is this some kind of realization,

a real-life manifestation

of a dream come true?

If so,

I want to go back to sleep.









If the system’s rotten,

how can I do anything

valuable within?




Tired of words,

and people,

dry skin

and stinging eyes;

I seek solace,


brief focus on toenails.




Sakhalin 1

Banal enemies:

May their worst-case scenario

become reality!

Their pitiful existence sucks!

Truly, they are beneath me,

but like an insect, hell-bent,

barb deployed,

greeting withheld,

they bite.





How much change can one day bring,

inflict? So as to say.

Everything and nothing,


… Stability, meaning

and eroded foundation.

Reasons for being,



broken machines,

frozen water pipes.

Eulogies and memories,

pain and dread,



raised from the dead.




Iphigenia, Sacrifice of_ François Perrier


TV Preacher talks of her childhood,

molested and raped by her father.


She made it through, thank God,

and, though bitter for years,

got to the point where she could forgive,

move on, and talk about it.

And talk, and talk,

preaching the power of forgiveness.

Ultimately then I realize,

whether deliberate or not,

she *has* revenge.

The people, the faithful, the casual,

watchers and listeners around the world

all rightly sympathize.

And millions now know her father was scum

(like the cop he offered her to).

Evil seed in everyone?