… And Other Terms Of Endearment

 

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.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Homage For The Old Country

There are clues,

breadcrumbs, let’s say,

hints of decay,

nonetheless, simply put, it worked,

until it didn’t,

to be precise, it worked until

people no longer believed.

… They wanted something different! …

As they say, be careful what you wish for.

(Such a true cliché!)

… Homage for Yugoslavia.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Мечта…

 

A dream of another reality.

Yesterday,

I had hope.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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To Sleep, Perchance… Perfidy

Rest I need,

escape I crave,

I shut my eyes.

…

Brain betrays,

horror and banality invade

my everything.

…

Inside I scream,

tear myself apart.

… Wasted dream.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье CXXIX: Dreams of Happiness, Remind Me of Sadness…

Last night I dreamt of family…

It was OK,

pleasant, the way it should be

(… bearing no resemblance to reality).

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье LXXXV: Salty Residue.

You drool as you sleep,

salty residue left on your pillow.

Epic life memories, mainly forgotten.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье LXXVIII: Disturbed, Again… From Slumber I Lumber.

Mid-sentence… I always seem to wake.

No wonder I feel dazed, confused,

perpetually half-baked.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье LIV: Filament

Common sense? (Far from common!)

Logic, indeed, innate wisdom…

if you’re peaceful enough to listen,

and blessed enough to be free enough to pursue

the promptings, unmolested,

then you will find fulfilment,

strong filament,

bringer of light,

and the world will be a better place.

(If only the people actually wanted it to be!)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье VI: Where Nice Prostitutes Remember Their Names

I dreamt (well, I think it was a dream),

one night or day,

that “they” asked me to negotiate

Mid-East peace,

the epitome of deal-brokering,

the ultimate legacy maker,

the secular holy grail, so as to speak.

Me?

Why not?

…

So, I tried, as others have, and failed.

And…

My conclusion: the belligerents maintain the conflict, so as to validate themselves and, importantly, to keep revisiting 5-star hotels in relatively pristine European cities…

where nice prostitutes remember their names.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Winter Ends Ludicrously Early… Pigs Are Happy.

I dreamt I had a backyard.

And in that backyard one day appeared

a monstrously large pig.

It would come and go,

eating and destroying at will.

I tried to catch the pig,

or chase it away,

all to no avail.

…

Torment and torture,

in my backyard

(in my dreams!),

dirty melting snow.

Peace of mind

and existence,

elusive as the end of a rainbow.

 

©ddr7hd

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