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Rus (Berezka-land)

In this time and place,

in the mist of morning tiredness,

as you dread the day ahead,

if you want to be honest,

really,

as you drink your orange juice

and/or Earl Grey tea,

you don’t give a shit about some rainforest frog.

Life is…

dog eat dog.

(and fuck the façade

human misery trumps all!)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

post-soviet_

Everything’s compromised,

body, soul, objects.

Imposed hopelessness

pervades my being

and doing.

Time, people, society:

I am stripped naked

and tortured,

gleefully

onlookers cheer.

Futility overtakes,

I give up the race.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

 

 

 

 

1993. Polska

1993.

The Polish kids tell me

they *Love* Michael Jackson.

That’s nice, I reply (thinking of you),

he loves Polish kids too.

They look at me innocently, expectantly,

word in the village is

I’d once been to Hungary.

Bitterly, the babysitter reflects:

“Kids, you can do anything,

as evil as you like,

total impunity,

if you’re rich and famous enough.

This is the way of the West.

Exploitation, decadence, degradation.

As the man-child sings:

“Finger-fuck, my baby,

it don’t matter if you’re black or white”.

New world order,

disenchanted and confused,

past, present, future,

Polish kids cry.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

USAF (over Syria_)

“That girl,

I followed her.

She led me into a dark place.”

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

USA Flag Bikini 2

I’m not envious of your success,

your riches are an irrelevance,

your existence meaningless.

I hate you

and your ease of being,

nonetheless,

I don’t want your things.

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

We have much in common,

like a fondness for sunflower seeds,

indeed,

we also bleed.

 

©ddr7hd