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Nothing lasts forever, they say,

except the things you hate.


peace seems a fleeting dream,

pain, sickness and death

appear constant.








In my cell, I have no sexual desire,

per se.

But I do dream.

One night or day, I dreamt a dream of history and fact,

real and true, but bizarre.


The emperor,

an energetic innovator in many ways,

has chosen not to marry,

still, he has urges,

but proudly Catholic,

he believes masturbation is a self-indulgent sin,

so he satisfies himself by raping his gardener’s daughter, daily,

and visiting a brothel, treating the women roughly,

using and abusing,

sluts and low-lifes that (he believes) they are,





idiotic piety and blasphemy,

blood and bruises,

internal, external,

if only he’d been considerate enough to touch himself.

Hail to the emperor,

he is a paragon of shit!

At that point, my dream becomes a fantasy:

I dream that the women of Vienna,

The Holy Roman Empire in full,

mobilize on the puny prick

and rip him to shreds.

Come the revolution!

I wake up.

Everything was as it had been.


Charismatic jerk!

Pretends the system can work.

(Delusion prospers?)






It’s been such a long chertov time!

Centuries of exploitation,

degradation, misunderstanding, pain.

It’s the way of people and society in this world…

Constructs and commodification…

Masters and Margaritas…

The soul is tired, needs sleep,

we crave stasis.

But, smile,

and wipe away your tears of hurt,

all men and women are created equal,

so they say,

at our funerals,

as they pile on the dirt.


The Ukrainian Guard sighed,

All too aware that history would remember him as scum.

His motivations and complications didn’t matter,

No one would remember that.

No one would care.

Posterity’s a bitch…

Might as well keep killing

with prejudice…

Nothing comes without strings,

No patronage or support is free,

Everything and everyone else is

hell-bent on compromising…


Just ask the Palestinian mother who gave away a son to “the cause” so that her other children may eat.

We can blind ourselves


But we can’t hide.

Legacy of slavery.


Preacher says once again

that the end is nigh:

it’s clear the world’s heaving

and in a worst state than ever before,

bleak prophesies

long prophesized,


now realized.

I’m inured,

having heard it all before,

like echoes

of nuclear Armageddon

lapping at the polluted shore.

And I wonder what the concentration camp inmate,


or the inquisition victim,

burned alive,


would say if you told


that 2016

was the worst year ever.

The world has never been so depraved and evil,

as yesterday, today and tomorrow.