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Zeppelin_ Pochta SSSR, 1991, Albatros

Apocalypse nigh,

they sneer at the man-child,

just as yesterday, and the day before.

They, who represent normal; they, who always seem to have time to stand around and talk, repetitive, banal babble.

I feel for him, the guy, I can tell his mind is on higher things, he’s doing what he can to survive in this fucked-up world. I feel a connection, even though I don’t know him. I want to reach out, but he’s inured, he stays within himself, focused, he doesn’t meet my gaze. We pass like zeppelins, out of time and place.

Gone, like tomorrow’s gherkins.

Meanwhile, again, the establishment chatters, bemused, selfish, scornful, only their clique matters.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Donkey Foals

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

 

 

 

 

 

Gruss aus Hameln (2)

I’m confused. Obviously, I watch too much TV news.

Last week, I said: “He’s not the devil.”

Pied Piper, spoken song.

Now, I know I was wrong.

 

(To be continued…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

Family Watches TV (Classic, Canada, Boxing)

Something to say?

Of course!

But who’s listening, reading, caring or,

most importantly,

thinking

about the words.

Your heart and soul poured out

as you to try to explain,

only to be drowned out

by TV noise.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Men are excited,

chance to be children again…

War: feed king’s ego.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

I hear things, I see things,

inside, outside society,

even from my prison cell.

Like, drunken, drugged fools,

all too clear,

the more public the better,

idiots

(and this is *living*!?) ….

Apparently they have no fear of Kompromat.

Perhaps they have “nothing to lose”

(can it really be, so many people thus?),

near and far from home.

As for me, by choice, I always drank alone.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

Follow the purple umbrella

(the color is not significant),

you’ve paid for the tour,

now enter museums of splendor,

magnificence,

historical importance,

indeed,

museums of decadence.

Look at the gold!

Look at the art!

Look at the opulence!

Look at the young prince’s carriage, how ornate, how neat,

it was pulled around the palace grounds by merino sheep.

Look at the wealth captured by the few,

adulated and celebrated by the many,

used to perpetuate the cycle,

Habsburgs, haves, and have-nots.

I sigh,

and close my eyes

Continue.

More of same.

Accoutrements of wealth and fame.

A long and twisted walk through the hallways.

But wait, what’s this?

Oh,

here in a dark corner,

is a small room with mementos from one of many wars,

understated chamber of horrors…

Indeed, how many died,

in the name of lies

and bloody war,

for the glory of empire

and emperor?

 …

 

I watch, listen, read

the news media.

Confusion and panic,

mixed with banality and pseudo-calm.

They talk about riots, divided nations,

propaganda and misinformation,

hate, hate, hate,

danger,

in between adverts for dating websites,

loan sharks

and sports betting.

The masses are asses,

they clearly believe

and want to continue to deceive.

And,

what is the truth and what is the bullshit (?)

in a nation which is supposedly the epitome of democracy

where people don’t accept the outcome of an election,

proclaiming loudly, violently and obnoxiously that,

he’s not my President!

If the shoe had been on the other foot, imagine the world’s outrage.

As Franz Kafka wisely implied

to the lost:

Give it up.

Yesterday she talked,

like I was a friend.

Today she turned her head,

ignorantly walked.

 

Betrayed, cast outside,

I have some more perspective,

I raise my eyebrows.

 

I sigh and despair,

the realization hits home:

people suck me dry.