Archive for the ‘Adventures In America’ Category

1st Ave (3)

Big city, behind the façade,

social history gives a different portrayal,

human betrayals which money can’t hide…

Like scum and cream,

blood, dirt, anger, hurt

rise to the surface,

best and worst,

mediocrity and primal,

baseness.

Greed and freedom,

fear of exploitation,

conscription,

life wasted,

mob mentality rules…

Humanity burning,

out of and into control,

New York City cauldron.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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NYPD 1

NKVP,

NYPD.

Heroes and villains both,

law enforcement,

similar enough,

different time and place.

Context,

relative,

good, bad,

misunderstand…

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Subway

Lev Davidovich rides the New York City Subway one day, lost in time and space, contemplating life and place. He is sitting between two young women. They talk incessantly, about themselves. They introduce each other, both Patricia, one Hearst, one Reagan. On and on. … Lev Davidovich would like some peace.

Captains of Capitalism,

their daughters’

attributes displayed,

corrupt system,

celebrity, money, power,

fascination, manipulation.

They screw our hearts and minds.

… Soul sold

to nearest hole.

Demented people crammed in Subway car.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Jean-Pierre-Laffont-foto

The Big Apple is rotten,

as is the rest of the fruit salad.

Regardless, the tired and hungry masses clamor

to be accepted into its embrace,

its new and interesting ways of exploitation.

“Why?” I ask my dead relative.

Her reply: “The myth of apple pie.”

 

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sherlock-holmes-1899-mcrae-gillette (watson, the needle_)

Dear Person On the Street, San Francisco,

strung out, disenchanted,

enlightened and detached,

my question today:

In your eyes, who’s worse,

Lee Harvey Oswald from Minsk,

or some East Coast asshole who drives a monster truck?

 

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Whore.

You do what’s expected,

every step,

you pleasure their expectations.

You, Rotary Club Chairman,

1987.

 

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The government wants to execute you!

But their heart isn’t in it,

fully,

otherwise it would already be done.

The pretence of justice,

trial and jury,

would be dispensed,

abiding by convictions,

the system would do as expected,

and you would be shot.

But instead you are hung

and left hanging,

in limbo,

in hell.

Often, you wish they would shoot you,

like a dog,

just get it over with,

but society cares more about dogs

than people.

Uncertain fate,

neverending circle of hate.

Inside, torment

is never dormant.

Yes, they have decided to torture you

in the way that only life and living

can do.

The government wants you

to execute yourself.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

It’s an Izhmash,

you might sneer,

but I don’t fear,

it’s enough for what I want,

reliable,

yes, reliable,

as the Sun rises tomorrow,

and I remember yesterday,

in my dreams,

sweet dreams,

blown away.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I saw the 7-11 store & was surprised at the name…

(In America, they honor the date?)

Maybe it was for people, like me,

to help adjust to the Decadent West.

Somehow…

So I went inside

and was lost.

*Sigh*…

Of course,

here and there,

everything is perverted,

and even numbers lie.

 

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To the onlooker I was,

probably degraded

and definitely compromised.

So, what to do

but fantasize?

Remembering my old Izhmash

and picturing what I would do,

shot by shot to you.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat