Archive for the ‘Apocalypse’ Category

B-29 Enola Gay

Coffee and ham sandwiches,

on our way to a city,

about change history,

in ways unknown,

our flight drones.


(To be continued…)








Fetal Position 1

Apocalypse came.

While some felt compelled to believe in and prepare for a better tomorrow,

I, consumed by pain, could only stagger, fall.


(To be continued…)








Konyets, Конец (VHS)

I want to believe in better


what if this misery is *it*?

Buddhists, Christians, Muslims

united in futility and fear.

Armageddon here.

In the abyss,

when all else is shattered,

what chance enlightenment?


(To be continued…)








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…)








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.








B52, Cambodia



matters of state neuroses,

lust, projection,

pissing competitions,


Aggression, progression, regression,

global Gordian fate.