Archive for the ‘Perfidie’ Category

TVs, Old-Stlye & Green Screens

So much bullshit,

but with enough elements of truth,

to convince

and scare you to the core.

This thing they present as factual entertainment,

wherein elaborate make-up and special effects,

in scope and scale,

are behind only actors’ pay,

advertizers’ money,


and lies.









Surgut, Storm Looms

Tired and forlorn,

every day seems

a perfect storm.








False Dmitry 1 swears allegiance to king Sigismund III Vasa

Teetering, verge of break…

How many false Dmitris can we take?

Sun shines,

rays through glass,

lives and objects fade.








Fetal Position 1

Desperately seeking security,

we embrace opportunities,

and perversities.

Deception we realize too late

as, gutted, we lie,

unmarked grave.








Forest Fire

The death of a loved one,

so traumatic, I’ll never forget,

and always regret,

the torrent

of destruction that followed.

Unholy purgatory,

minions of hell,

perverted concepts of revenge.

All so unnecessary,

curse and theft,

it breaks my heart


Life amongst the living dead,

alas, selfish,

perfidious clan.









Merkel & Macron (WW1 End 100yr Anni, 2018)

Balls of steel?

For the politician,

try balls of plasticine.








Hole (Sky View)

We play the game

(though it degrades us),

we are told we are meant to play,

and we believe it proper

(but, inside, if we listen,

it *feels* so wrong).

… Molested soul,

gaping hole:

the more you take,

the bigger it grows!








Relotius_ Jaegers Grenzer

Regardless of what your American relatives tell you,

everything, indeed, is relative:

truth, justice and the American way,

is truth, lies and compromise.

The answer to the question depends upon time, place

and who is doing the asking.

Objectivity is admirable but, alas, illusive,

and screw liberal “New York Times” hubris.

Everything is

what the powers that be

want it to be.








Nazi Maedchen Suki

The megalomaniac is a democrat,

he/she/it wants to fuck as many lives

as will choose to be seduced.









In a past life,

I was sent into space,

launched in a rocket,

I forget the time and place.

Traumatized, atomized,

blasted and dissected,

everything lost meaning,

form and being.


I have a feeling that I wasn’t dog or ape,

hopefully then, I was Félicette,

Parisienne Hero Cat,

not, alas, a nameless,

forgotten rat.