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Happy New Year!

The alarm sounded.

I got up, went to the bathroom,

pissed,

rinsed my mouth out,

and drank two glasses of water.

Back,

I switched the TV on.

BR, naturally.

Tele-Gym.

Nina Winkler.

Indeed.

I did my thing.

Panoramabilder would be next.

Comforting, somehow.

Like Alpine mountains.

Beautiful,

reliability, of sorts.

We seek stasis

and maintenance,

of youth and sanity,

in this temporal realm

of the transient,

of transience.

We try.

We don’t want to die.

We don’t anything we care about to die.

We try.

We do what we can.

We eschew publicly-stated plans,

like resolutions and manifestos,

knowing “the other” will use it as ammunition,

cause for demolition.

No fireworks, please,

use the expense more wisely!

Indeed.

Peace,

silence

and

Happy New Year.

 

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A minute of silence,

maybe more is required,

to reflect upon

Lviv

(Lwów)

(Lost love).

What was and may have been,

gone,

as grudges long simmer,

scores to settle…

The complexities of people and history,

outside influences and pressures,

exerted,

in a place,

like space,

never empty,

but nonetheless void.

Where do you go when home no longer exists?

 

I struggle through the days,

to get to the nights,

so that I can drink beer,

get naked,

get… well, I’m always introspective,

and justifiably sleep.

Desperate attempt to find

detached,

numb bliss.

Such is life these days,

for as long as I remember,

I need to escape the bondage of society.

Goodnight.

It is time, as they say in the classics,

to let my girls go free.