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Horror Movie

I checked into the hotel on Halloween, but really it could have been any night. A guy had already invited me to watch a movie, share the fright.

“Nein, danke. Ich verzichte!”

I made sure to lock the door.

What is it with Americans, Brits, Anglo-Saxons, Celts …

and their addiction to horror?

Don’t they get enough in their everyday lives?

Or is it a perverted fantasy, craving the satisfaction of seeing someone suffering misery, worse than their own?

 

(To be continued…)

 

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Wm in Chains

“Pornographer, perhaps. Blasphemer, no!” ardently, he said.

“Now, look into the camera, and spread.”

 

(To be continued…)

 

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7.09 (1425)

She told me her story,

astounded, my eyes widened,

and remained so.

… Somehow, I know, the words being so powerful,

that when I close my eyes,

late night, early morning,

trying to sleep,

I will still see vividly.

(To be continued…)

 

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NYC Therapy

I woke, and hearing strange noises, it took me some time to realize where I was.

Ah, yes. Sheepshead Bay. Visiting, well, someone.

Gradually, amongst the haze, I remembered I had an appointment today, to see a therapist. Of course, when in New York, do as Romans!

Therapist.

Indeed, as I wait, I see the letters differently, more clearly: The-rapist, yes, the Rapist!

Nein danke!

My mind is messed up enough,

determinedly, I walk away.

Behind me, beseechingly, the receptionist calls…

(To be continued…)

 

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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.

 

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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…

 

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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.

 

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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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