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Detachment,

allows everyone,

disparate,

to progress their agenda,

regardless of carnage.

Drugs, evil, gangs, pain.

Oliver North,

Sheepshead Bay hero,

yes man, can-do man,

are you listening?

Repenting?

Mixed-up,

real Americans,

know it’s complicated.

(…Please desist from blaming us

for everything…)

 

©SvetkaSamizdat

 

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When futurity turns into maturity,

when tomorrow becomes yesterday,

you wake up in a cell,

and you feel you have nothing left to hope for.

They lock the door,

they staple your feet to the floor,

and force you to watch the same race,

turgid time, after turgid time,

your least favorite Biathlete ever,

winning, yet again.

30cm TV screen, all too large,

you took a wrong turn

after the Hermitage.

 

©ddr7hd

 

Happy 14th of January!

So they tell me.

Really?

I feel so matter-of-fact about it.

What does it mean?

I think, therefore I am…

I think… I am entering into

a beautiful new realm of increased detachment.

Freedom, in captive surrounds.

Ho-hum,

sigh,

societal construct,

time,

captivity.

I say, revoke and repudiate

such negativity.

Wish upon a star in an unseen sky,

and be free.

 

Inside.

In the cell.

Alone.

Sensory deprivation,

a strange kind of bliss.

No night, no day, no clock.

I no longer had any idea of time.

I had moved beyond the bounds of linear custody,

become free,

in a sense,

in captivity.

The thoughts in my head,

words spoken,

internal dialog,

a mixture of present, past and future.

“Screw grammar!” I said to myself tomorrow,

yesterday I will be free.

 

A different kind of deportation…

A reverse orientation…

They sent me to Lviv

for writing a poem.

Little did they know where it would lead.

 

Fucking Kulaks!

Tight-fisted, exploitative cunts!

Shoddy arseholes,

dynasties of shit.

They bleed us dry

and laugh behind our backs.

Knowingly, we nod and say hello,

respectfully,

as it’s expected.

But tomorrow,

perchance, we will rise,

and smile

at their demise.

 

Future or futurity.

The state of being in the future.

Telepathic projection,

self-realization,

imagination.

Hosanna.

Faith,

one foot in front of the other,

walking along the beach.

Peaceful life

in a peaceful world.

The state of excitement,

agitated molecules rearrange.

Anxiously we hold our breath

as we blow out the candle.

The future is here.