Archive for the ‘Pamyat’ Category

Imagine…

Sick joke:

They put us, sailors of the Soviet Navy,

on a ship called “Empress of Russia”.

… Accommodated by Allies?!

… Canadians smirk, they love their monarchy.

… *Whores!*

Scotland,

1944.

 

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OK.

I’ll put it in terms that you will maybe understand:

1991…

We were promised Mercedes,

instead we got Trabants.

… Fake Trabants, at that,

for which we had to wait

and wait

and wait,

until Uncle Kolya returned

from Magdeburg.

Finally…

petit

liberal

democracy.

Hollow

Lies

Realized.

A sad kind of death.

 

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7 () 1917 SPb (Inside the Winter Palace_)

And suddenly, it was tomorrow,

and tomorrow wasn’t what it used to be.

 

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I replied,

poignantly, sweetly, thoughtfully.

Alas, it seems the subtlety and beauty

of my words failed to register

in your hardened heart.

I never heard from you again.

 

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She told me I had delusions of grandeur

and to *get lost*.

And, why couldn’t I be normal?

Like her.

Life, in the real world.

She’d just bought a bottle of Boyaryshnik

for her, her husband and his mother.

Imagine the despair.

 

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Like, in the factory,

a broken dish…

Quality goes out the window

when someone is looking over your shoulder.

… Heartbreak and intestinal pain,

things that shouldn’t be.

(Am I truly responsible for my (re)actions?)

 

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What was the last straw?

For some reason I’m reminded of initial reactions when the Americans sent Shirley Temple as their new Ambassador.

*Shit!*

We’re trying to run a serious country.

Who’s next?

Mickey Mouse?

 

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Yesterday’s revolution.

Today’s memory.

Tomorrow’s disappointment.

Counteractive forces

play their part.

(Alas, they tear out my heart!)

And we are back

at square one.

… Some say

there is nothing new under the Sun.

Revolution indeed.

 

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A broken clock is right twice a day,

sad cliché, perhaps,

but true.

In the upheaval,

a clock was shot.

Time stopped…

Revolution continues!

 

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Screw you and your time imperatives!

I don’t wear a watch…

It takes as long as it takes…

The Sun rises & sets,

now will always be now,

in retrospect,

and tomorrow is Revolution!

 

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