They seem to think that bombarding me with consumerist, commercial gimmicks, “must haves” and “right nows” will increase their relevance; make me relent, to “buy” their thinking and ways.
They are wrong.
Every day I am more and more detached,
repulsed.
… Walk away.
(To be continued…)
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They put you on the spot,
saying this offer is too good to miss,
it’s now or never, customer!
Buy, or die,
they imply.
Tempting, encouraging, “exhorting”.
They manipulate and extort.
Black Friday,
saturation and lies.
(To be continued…)
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The scientist is a celebrity, he’s frequently on TV.
He makes pronouncements, he expects you to believe.
He understands, it seems, the deepest mysteries of this and other galaxies,
until tomorrow, of course, “new discoveries”.
And God, he poses,
as if he knows, definitively:
“this kind of faith is a delusional fallacy.”
…
As if, indeed, he knows.
… Like the wind blows,
he too will fade away.
(To be continued…)
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Awake, I feel the pain, an illness, a vileness inside, it’s all-consuming.
My sole coherent speech is to beseech Jesus. …
My head spins, internal, diabolical swim.
I seek a dark space, a semblance of sensory peace,
before my soul completely dissolves. …
I hold my breath and shut my eyes.
… My only escape: tomorrow.
I hope,
I can dream…
(To be continued…)
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He knocked on the door, and I decided to buy what he was selling:
Life Insurance.
Sure, why not?!
I’ve lost plenty of life in the past, missed opportunities and such,
pain and drain,
no doubt I’ll miss out on more in future too.
So, if they can insure me against these loses,
reiumburse me somehow,
restore my life and living,
yes,
I’ll pay the small monthly premium.
…
(He said I maybe didn’t understand the “business model” completely, but if I’d be so good as to sign on the dotted line, he’d expedite my policy…)
(To be continued…)
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Satisfactory, maybe
sufficiently OK;
survival, sometimes
is ambitious enough.
(To be continued…)
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My head feels cold inside,
my heart rises into my throat,
I feel ill, overwhelmed,
betrayed by life and family,
sensing, knowing
impending doom
soon to thunder downstairs.
(To be continued…
hopefully)
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Screw today’s news!
We’re still processing, dealing with, and trying to get over
our yesterdays.
(To be continued…)
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I don’t make plans any more,
my life and time is overwhelmed,
waiting for the next problem to manifest.
(To be continued…)
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Alone
in the crowd,
I’m pushed aside by the seething mass of humanity.
It’s not a cohesive whole, this thing,
rather, it’s a collection of individuals
who care only about themselves,
their small clique,
and the donkeys they send monthly donations to “save”,
easing pain, some way.
(To be continued…)
©SvetkaSamizdat
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