Archive for the ‘Perfidy’ Category

Oozing with a sense of injustice,

every painful step, my feet feel bruised, pummelled, they throb.

Every glimpse out the window, a stab in the heart,

a reminder,

a betrayal.

Inconsiderate, self-absorbed, hateful humanity.

Perfidy takes many forms,

my friend,

strangers and fucked-up families.

The unending end.




Is there any depth to your depravity,

your violation of humanity?

Does it have an end, a meaning, a reason?

Or is it innate, shallow, banal,

everyday, personal treason?





the ultimate pawns.


or collectivized,

deluded, denuded,


despoiled, destroyed.




broken toys.




You wake up and realize

that it’s a conspiracy…

They all know each other

(messed-up family,

inbred community,

missing humanity),

*indeed*, it’s a conspiracy,

and *you* are the enemy.








in the hash light

of the dark side of the Moon.

My beautiful swan-like neck

is of little effect.




Une monde sans pitié,

l’univers de la désenchantée.




When I knew her,

she was a beautiful young woman,

inside and out,

she wore a Cross around her neck.

When I saw her corpse,

she had a Cross tattoo

at the base of her neck.

A Cross…

next to a Swastika.

She had been shot in the head.




In court.

In the cage.

Under examination.

By implication, already guilty.

Nevertheless, “Justice” still had plenty to say.




After some effort,

blocking out external stimuli,

I fell asleep.

It was a brief respite.

I dreamt of an enemy,

the way they used to be,

a friend,

it was nice,

the way family should be.

I woke up.

Alas, reality’s stark,

albeit unnecessary.

A shame it’s not up to me.

We didn’t have to be enemies.




The cell door banged,

a foreboding metallic clang.

And they brought in a sweet-looking, church-going, grandmotherly woman.

She smiled.

Then she stared.

At last she spat at my feet

and called me a slut,

a waste-of-space,

good-for-nothing cunt.

“This shit you write”, she said,

“It benefits no one,

it is not edifying,

no one likes it,

and no one reads it anyway.”

Define edifying, I said to myself,

or out loud, I don’t know which,

as I felt a sharp, hollow, excruciating blow to my head,

then my viscera,

I fell down.