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Zeppelin_ Pochta SSSR, 1991, Albatros

Apocalypse nigh,

they sneer at the man-child,

just as yesterday, and the day before.

They, who represent normal; they, who always seem to have time to stand around and talk, repetitive, banal babble.

I feel for him, the guy, I can tell his mind is on higher things, he’s doing what he can to survive in this fucked-up world. I feel a connection, even though I don’t know him. I want to reach out, but he’s inured, he stays within himself, focused, he doesn’t meet my gaze. We pass like zeppelins, out of time and place.

Gone, like tomorrow’s gherkins.

Meanwhile, again, the establishment chatters, bemused, selfish, scornful, only their clique matters.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Borschtsch mit Brot

Armageddon looms; warmongers reign,

today, as yesterday.

What chance tomorrow being…?

So, (fuck it!)

I will eat late tonight,

I will satisfy my urge:

Fill the hole,

where once was soul.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

B52, Cambodia

Geopolitics,

neopolitics,

matters of state neuroses,

lust, projection,

pissing competitions,

hate…

Aggression, progression, regression,

global Gordian fate.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat