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Your potential is great…

But everything conspires to suffocate:

time, people, place,

all manipulate and violate.

(fuck them and the devil!)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

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Aurora

For what do we fight,

and/or sacrifice our lives?

Ethereal dictate.

 

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Everything’s compromised,

body, soul, objects.

Imposed hopelessness

pervades my being

and doing.

Time, people, society:

I am stripped naked

and tortured,

gleefully

onlookers cheer.

Futility overtakes,

I give up the race.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Their decisions,

sometimes malign,

often banal,

always selfish,

have consequences.

They impact,

they hurt.

Compromised,

inside and out,

your heart and soul screams…

This is not the life you want to live.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

They make your life a misery.

Their choices imposed on your reality.

Your neighbor, man in the street,

voices on a bus, flashlight in your face.

Beat, beat, beat,

demonic metronome…

objective: soul broken.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

“Do or die!” inner voice cries,

establishment imbued.

Soul decides, if it’s really down to two,

resignedly, alas,

let’s go with latter.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Day after day

we fade away,

perpetually

compromised.

Each breath

another expression

of life

become death.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

They told me he wasn’t as vulgar as LBJ,

or,

as lecherous as JFK.

Indeed.

Nevertheless, in his own way…

When I walked into the office the chief was berating the intelligent-looking guy:

“For Christ’s sake, Henry, think big! Let’s get nuclear, goddammit!”

Mortified at the blasphemy, involuntarily I laughed.

Bemused, they looked through me, a woman,

an open door.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Outside, I approached the car.

Inside, he watched carefully.

Slowly, he wound the window down.

I could hear Nautilus Pompilius playing,

one track transitioned into another,

a homemade cassette.

I smiled inwardly.

I knew we would have something to talk about.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Okay, it was an interesting proposal.

Considering the closest he got to Avant-Garde was the second Omsk Hockey team, when they had a free admission day,

this was truly *out there*

and I was intrigued…

 

©SvetkaSamizdat