Rainforest Frog, Sorry

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

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Compromised, Sunshine & Democracy…

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

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Polski 93

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

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You’ve Got A Friend…

“That girl,

I followed her.

She led me into a dark place.”

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

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Lady Liberty Speaks

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

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Zapad & Vostok

We have much in common,

like a fondness for sunflower seeds,

indeed,

we also bleed.

 

©ddr7hd

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