Apple Pie Myth

The Big Apple is rotten,

as is the rest of the fruit salad.

Regardless, the tired and hungry masses clamor

to be accepted into its embrace,

its new and interesting ways of exploitation.

“Why?” I ask my dead relative.

Her reply: “The myth of apple pie.”

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье CCXXVIII: Now, In Retrospect, and Tomorrow is Revolution!

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!

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Досье XCIX: Something To Talk About

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

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Wrong Turn After The Hermitage…

When futurity turns into maturity,

when tomorrow becomes yesterday,

you wake up in a cell,

and you feel you have nothing left to hope for.

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They lock the door,

they staple your feet to the floor,

and force you to watch the same race,

turgid time, after turgid time,

your least favorite Biathlete ever,

winning, yet again.

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30cm TV screen, all too large,

you took a wrong turn

after the Hermitage.

 

©ddr7hd

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Beyond the bounds of linear custody…

Inside.

In the cell.

Alone.

Sensory deprivation,

a strange kind of bliss.

No night, no day, no clock.

I no longer had any idea of time.

I had moved beyond the bounds of linear custody,

become free,

in a sense,

in captivity.

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The thoughts in my head,

words spoken,

internal dialog,

a mixture of present, past and future.

“Screw grammar!” I said to myself tomorrow,

yesterday I will be free.

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They Sent Me To Lviv For Writing A Poem… (aka Mile Marker #759)

A different kind of deportation…

A reverse orientation…

They sent me to Lviv

for writing a poem.

Little did they know where it would lead.

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Gleiwitz (Gliwice): Truth, Lies & Jamming Signals (a Strange, Wooden, Tower Of Babel) … (aka Mile Marker #758)

Ah, yes, Gleiwitz,

A lie,

Like all the others…

A lie,

To die for?

How many millions followed?

Deafening,

Deadening,

Noise.

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