Archive for the ‘Perfidy’ Category


And shit.


are shit.

They come and they go.

Inconsistently, annoyingly, capriciously,

like ants in the sun and rain.

O’ if only they would stay (gone!).

Then, perchance, peace for me.

We meditate

(strive for enlightenment)

best alone.





It rings so fucking hollow,

why would I choose to follow

your banal cacophony

into the abyss?

You don’t remember,

let alone mourn or miss,

the lost Jews of Salonika.

I, therefore, spit in your eye

and choose my own,

nobler way,

I try,

I strive,

I hope,





Visit the newsroom,

if you dare.

For some it’s a vibrant place,

information, process, disseminate, fast-pace.

For me it’s depressing,

an overload of noise and soundbites,

mostly meaningless shit.

The editors push,

the journalists (they don’t have time or freewill to properly think)

churn out crap,

factoids and innuendos,

the readers are ready to be fed.

Welcome to the Times, New York, London,

the Sun rises and falls, Daily News, Daily Mail,

hearts fail.

Welcome to democracy’s bulwark.

Welcome to lies and fear.




I stare into the abyss,

and down my leg I piss.

In my dream I am naked,

not nude, alas.


not composed.

Yet, it is an artificial construct,

suiting the other’s agenda.


and misrepresented,

decisions and derisions already made,

I know discussion is futile.




Internal exile.

Domestic abuse.




Rest I need,

escape I crave,

I shut my eyes.

Brain betrays,

horror and banality invade

my everything.

Inside I scream,

tear myself apart.

… Wasted dream.




Sayonara, Gospoda.

Hope and dreams flushed away.

Disillusionment and pain,

my remains.







As old as the hills

and as young as the latest treachery.




There’s a time

when someone decides

that your life won’t be the stuff of American dreams.

Someone decides,

not God and not yourself,

that you’ll live the ramshackle life

of the desperate,

the hurting,

the betrayed.

No matter your good deeds or intentions,

fatally and fatefully, my friend,

society says,

people like you and me

are fucked.

… Welcome to the underground.




It’s an Izhmash,

you might sneer,

but I don’t fear,

it’s enough for what I want,


yes, reliable,

as the Sun rises tomorrow,

and I remember yesterday,

in my dreams,

sweet dreams,

blown away.




Innocence, beautiful and sweet,

still has the ability to make me smile,

and sigh.

… Chagrin.

… I too was innocent,


before being stabbed in the heart,

long dagger piercing through

from my back.