Another World (So Close, So Far…) (aka Neverending Class War)

I saw her on TV.

I should feel a connection

but, alas, it’s more pain.

Marginalized I remain.

…

She is from my country,

my city indeed,

but, in reality,

she is from another world.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Shit, He Sucks

Fat capitalist,

sucking his trademark cigar…

Sculpted piece of shit.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Internet Confessional

It’s OK,

you can be honest,

totally,

nobody’s reading anyway,

probably.

Confess, unload,

indulge:

your sins

will be exploited.

… Selah.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Society, Brutality, Futility…

If the system’s rotten,

how can I do anything

valuable within?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Winter’s Deep Embrace…

Tired of words,

and people,

dry skin

and stinging eyes;

I seek solace,

relief,

brief focus on toenails.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Incomplete Fragments

Incomplete fragments,

though frustrating,

are the best,

for,

in them

is hope …

possibility.

(You don’t know how broken I feel!)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Pied Piper Calls (from behind bullet-proof glass walls)…

Rats flee the sinking ship,

cliché, but they don’t care,

they must prepare,

future career in politics.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Existential Milkmaid

Seeking some kind of essential,

I milk bricks, daily.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Soft Seat, Or Hard?

Soft seat, or hard?

We’re equal, more or less.

… Forward,

forward,

Vyborg!

… Minds on fire.

The train will reach it’s destination

regardless of heart’s desire.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Remember Me? … No? Good!

Time flies,

sometimes,

and you forget quite where you are

and/or have been.

Perhaps it’s best,

after all,

we don’t really want to know

where we’re going.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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