Глава 2012: Hope Springs…

As is natural among the desperate

(which is to say, most of us),

she reads too much into the other’s gesture.

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Hope springs, somewhat eternal,

beyond inevitable;

we don’t *truly* want to believe infernal.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Глава 1987: Gut Reactionary

It says something about a society which,

when faced with apocalypse,

stockpiles not cabbage, onions or fish,

but toilet paper.

 

(To be continued…)

       

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Clouds

Mama,

are there clouds

in Byalistok?

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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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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