Archive for the ‘Nina’ Category

… Like when,

young and up too late,

you fall asleep in front of the TV set,

and subconsciously imbibe,

transcribe,

all of the nastiness

in the worst possible way.

Frightened,

you awake.

… Tomorrow’s hope disintegrates.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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They consulted their paperwork,

the list,

so as to speak.

And,

They came for me,

because I was

one of us,

apparently

it was enough.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Sometimes one more letter makes all the difference,

sometimes there’s no sitting on the fence.

Sometimes you wish things could go back

to the way they used to be,

before we knew we weren’t free,

supposedly,

alas. …

Indeed!

The politics of identity.

… Baloney

and imposed aspirations

make for crappy sandwiches at work

and confused kitchen table talk in the evenings.

Lest we regret, this is life.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I say: Filateliya…

I want to show you some of my collection,

history and appreciation,

some kind of essence,

essentially

I’m reaching out.

You think I say: Philadelphia…

and you walk away.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Kaliningrad,

Valparaiso.

Frontline and trench, oasis,

Eingang und Ausgang,

voices and noise.

From our enclave we listen

and try to make sense

of

confusing world.

… Where to now?

 

©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

 

Fuck posterity,

it didn’t exist yesterday.

History is tomorrow.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Triumphant…

Understated and misunderstood,

anonymous, in a sense, hated…

I outlast my critics,

family, neighbors, foes,

global apparitions,

as one by one they disappear…

Indeed,

increasingly I am free,

to pursue destiny.

By the Grace and Favor of God Almighty,

I celebrate:

the best is yet to come!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Despite our proximity,

we inhabit different realities.

My neighbors and I…

same building,

same street,

different planet.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

You ask me how I write.

Well…

and free.

A gift from God,

indeed.

A passion…

I listen to the voice within,

sometimes it sings.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat