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Prison_ Chain Gang

I didn’t,

I wouldn’t,

I shouldn’t,

I doesn’t.

… Beyond tense,

but not beyond tension.

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Everybody is somebody.

Everybody is expected to be somebody.

Everybody expects you to be somebody.

Same.

Similar.

Different.

Fine line:

recognition,

detection,

rejection.

Detention.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Prison_ Chain Gang

So, they charged me:

treason against the nation-state.

Hah!

I didn’t abide by their rules.

I was true to myself.

Maybe one day someone

will compare and contrast

the charges

with treason against myself,

against reason, decency

and humanity.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Winter Stream, Forest, Sun

 

I see the fools outside, talking and laughing.

*They* think they’re happy.

*I* think they’re deluded,

trash.

Maybe I’m wrong,

and they, with their simple minds are the lucky ones,

easily pleased.

Regardless, their chirping words & laughter,

leave me cold.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Sitting on the bus

with the other convicts,

varying extents of self-awareness

on display,

I realize,

despite our differences

and hatreds,

we’re all the same.

Screwed.

Prisoners

of the choices

we’ve made

and/or

been forced into,

our names

long since signed away,

hopes and dreams

but a fading,

mocking,

memory.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

From my cell window at night,

sometimes they let me see the sky.

Sometimes I am lucky,

if I contort myself enough,

I can see a travelling light which I know (or hope)

is Mir.

I feel a connection,

an appreciation of beauty,

the best of humanity,

yes, hope.

Sometimes it lingers

but never long enough,

and always,

regardless,

it passes.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

You pray,

you believe,

you hope.

Life goes on,

people suck you dry.

You get disenchanted,

disappointed

and exhausted.

You pray,

you try to believe,

you want to remember

what hope felt like.

One day you give up.

Soon, you will die.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

One day they gave me a cellmate (Shit!),

a real piece of filth,

a man, to boot…

(Have we sunk to such levels of equality?)

Silence and tension

gave way to boredom and reflection…

I asked the guy what he’d done

(fuck!)

and why.

His reply,

heartfelt diatribe:

“All these TV adverts, for tampons, pantyliners, pads, vaginal dryness relief, and shit, maybe you cunts think they’re empowering, but they’re not, they just make men view you with more contempt…”

His voice trailed off a little as he pulled down his pants.

Contempt, indeed,

I smiled thinly.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Despite our proximity,

we inhabit different realities.

My neighbors and I…

same building,

same street,

different planet.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

At school

your children are learning about our way of life,

as somebody sees it.

(Way of life?

I scoff!

You think we have a *way* of “life”?)

Like brutal Buddhists, perhaps,

who can sentence you to hell on earth

or put you to death

because it is not really the end

(conscience clear),

you will be reborn as a grasshopper.

Way of life and death,

endless cycle of impossible,

beyond apprehension,

outside human comprehension.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat