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Usury (Albrecht Dürer, 1494)

From birth, they bombard us with images and ideas:

This is what you want! This is what you desire!

They pretend that you should aspire:

There are ways and means of buying things, like happiness!

This is what makes life worth living.

Are you willing to be a member of society?

Good! Welcome, Consumer…

Unspoken rules, prices to pay

loans, usury,

slavery.

Sign your name in blood,

pledge your allegiance now,

Enjoy. Drink a Coke or five.

And please remember:

keep you hands and feet within the vehicle at all times,

and that

your insurance policy does not cover suicide.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Ustala, Kafe

Tired, lost interest…

That thing which mattered so much,

become as if dust.

 

(To be continued…)

 

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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…)

 

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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.

 

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Rus, Aloe

Wet towel falls away,

exposes soft white body,

life manifest, craved.

 

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Paris, 1930s

Prostitute?

No!

We say: Courtesan,

it benefits the man.

 

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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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1.05

If the system’s rotten,

how can I do anything

valuable within?

 

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Tired of words,

and people,

dry skin

and stinging eyes;

I seek solace,

relief,

brief focus on toenails.

 

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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.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat