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I’ve seen enough,

experienced too much,

my mind is fucked,

time to unplug.

(To be continued…)








Woman sleeping


In my dream,

he kissed me passionately,

told me I was beautiful.

He licked my neck and said:

“I wanna fuck your brains out!”

… And other terms of endearment,

such I dream.




Confronted with an unexpected, inane, remark,

I reply equally stupidly.

Such is dialog,

communication today.




S/he talks a little,

detached, perfunctory,

I reply sufficiently

(no more).

I have no desire for a thaw,

I still hurt,

my wounds are open,

bleeding, …




I say: Filateliya…

I want to show you some of my collection,

history and appreciation,

some kind of essence,


I’m reaching out.

You think I say: Philadelphia…

and you walk away.




Something beautiful,

or at least I thought it was,

and/or wanted it to be.

Now tarnished,

sullied with hurt and pain.

Communication breakdown.




We don’t need enemies,

we have each other.




You keep talking.

Either you’re an optimist

or a moron.




It was a tumultuous time,

with few moments of comfort.

He asked his grandfather to record a TV program: Great Russian Writers, the Anton Chekhov episode.

His grandfather asked if he was a Communist.

He didn’t get it.


“Just” and “Nothing”,

two of my least favorite words,

often inaccurate and incomplete,

they diminish intent and sentiment.

What are you doing?

… Just now? Nothing.

Oh, you’re just a girl,

with nothing to worry about…

Just look at this mess!

You’ve done nothing in all this time!


Just read this

and just do that.


“Just” and “Nothing” =

just nothing.

Practically meaningless.

But what else would I expect

in this world

where it seems

there is nothing just.