Category Archives: COLLABORATIONS

This Kind of Pleasure ~ The one awfully cool collaboration

I love collaborations.
I do love collaborations.
I’m happy and grateful for my amazing co-authors.

Kasey Stafford. (How are you, Kasey? It’s been a long time since I’ve heard from you… I hope you’re OK!)

Michael Spahr. (Michael, I’m so sorry about the delay with my letter! I’ll finish this post and run into my e-mail box!)

Tony Single. (Well… I should say something now… ahem… ahem… Tony! YOU ROCK! Yes. I’m Captain Obvious… LOL!)

Ry Hakari. (Ry! My dear Scourged Red-Winged Blackbird! Please, visit your FB-nest!)

You’re my Gurus, guys. I bow my head and touch your feet. I’m your humble apprentice. Thank you for this honor to work with you! It was funny and sad, philosophical and playful, innocent and obscene… but it was awesome always.

I remember my every collaboration. Honestly! Every collaboration is special. I hope my lessons will last for a long time… But today… Yes.

A big day!

What can I say about Gregory? Hmmm… He’s a tall blue-eyed blonde and a lawyer, he plays tennis and likes yodeling… LOL! Did you swallow that bullshit? NO! I’m kidding, of course. I know nothing about Gregory except the fact that he has a really cool name (you do love HOUSE M.D., don’t you?) and he writes mind-blowing poems.

So… let me introduce you our common effort. I hope you enjoy this little poetical trip. And one last thing before you start… Hey! Don’t use drugs, guys! It’s not cool! Read poems! It’s the fashion at present!

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She doesn’t attempt to untangle
The dreams locked within the strands of her hair
She stares at the sky waiting for something…
She sees how Draco flirts with Lesser Bear
Playing the starry triangle

A loose smile creeps upon her face
Like a dark shadow confined to a peculiar dance
Her mind and emotions traipse confusions’ paradise.
Lesser Bear gives Draco a disdainful look askance
Touching the collar with jet lace

He doesn’t witness her transition
Her body contracting, scaling, slithering,
Her whisper-hiss’s about Baudelaire, Hughes & Hughes…
Syphilitic ‘Les Fleurs du mal’ are withering…
No one can be her physician

He realizes too late
Her body has coiled from his feet to his waist
Look of love: Unorthodox pleasure in horror…
Air is filled with a subtle hashish aftertaste…
Barbed pinions start to gyrate

A meditation of some form is due
Polka dot scales, Hades blue, this poetic voodo
He collapses elated to notice an audience entranced…
Even your high celestial status can’t protect from the hoodoo
Subtle laces sink into Draco’s bloody goo…

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & GREGORY WAITS JR.
© All rights reserved 2015

Blood Cherry ~ The one sharp-toothed collaboration

Crumble Cult ∼ Tony Single ∼  Once More, With Foreboding

Well… do you think it’s three different persons? Uh-uh… nope!
It’s only one person. The single person. The amazing, talented and great person… OK! I guess it’s dawned upon you who it is.

(Should I stop praising you, Tony?)

I’m happy to show you my next collaboration with TONY SINGLE.

But now… let’s stop shooting the breeze! Please, shaken, not stirred! Aww… sweet and salty… yummy. I do love this one.

Вензельagain she isn’t there, but what can you expect?
the mirror peers through her to curtains drawn and rumpled sheets
she’s accepted her fate, the wrong way was trekked
silk and lace, now what can she be hiding between flounces and pleats?

stake her if you can boy, slay her quick
afore she gets to you, makes your neck to snap
crick snap crick snap

her dead china skin’s oft stroked by eld and lust’s pluck
those mounds of lust and venus with their discreet teeth marks
a guide of cigarette burns over which she howls amok
perhaps it isn’t true pain, just phantom extremity abraded birthmarks

flake her if you can boy, flay her quick
afore she gets to you, makes your neck to snap
crick snap crick snap

sweet and salty, young and old, she tries not to flirt with her food!
her mother was wise but no garden is without its weeds
who has defined the line between decent and lewd
when it comes to primordial instincts and physical needs?

take her if you can boy, lay her quick
afore she gets to you, makes your neck to snap
crick snap crick snap

so an aspen corset keeps her temper double lapped
it protects her from stiff sunshine and its destructive caress
while throughout cobalt veins, desire’s reach is fair trapped
it sure isn’t easy being an amorous vampiress

Вензель_нижний

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2015

Haiku King & Tan’ka Queen (Tanka) ~ The ∞ ‘21 Shades of Blue’ collaboration

Broken, unspoken
not mending round the bending
over backwards turns…

I close my self-harmed blind eyes.
It’s my way to feel alive.

I stared at you, too
with the other lights in my
starry-eyed skyline…

My carmine, acid-burned tips
are thrilled to death to touch you.

But they’d stop me cold,
I tremble imagining
true human contact…
Long-distance indifference
is all I’m familiar with.

I over-fatigue
myself with affined-distance
contacts. A cold space
makes me warm. I feel a blade
which tickles my blepharons.

Vulnerable codes
of casual ciphers, cracked
Flirts, being known hurts…

Now I’ve heard a fucking chord…
Hallelujah… hell, I hack!

Lady Scissorhands,
with paper white skin, I know.
I’m Inside-out Man….

Blunt edges give much more fun
with unpicking blue and red.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & RY HAKARI
© All rights reserved 2015

Internally Galactic ~ The one freeborn collaboration

Today I’m happy to show you my new collaboration with my enigmatic and transcendental friend, the wizard of unseen and inscrutable things, Spahr Plops.

This collaboration was conceived by Michael and I many months ago. 
It could have been published and forgotten about by now…

But it had its own character and authentic view regarding when it should be born. It was evolving according to its own plan… and it left the poetical womb at the proper time.

Michael, thank you!
Thank you for this space journey!
I’m ready for new adventures with you, because I know that the Guide to the Galaxy is always in your pocket.

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I hear how fishes sing
I know how stones sting
I see blossoming of bones
and unlimited zones

Like a chakra
crawling up ya
I hear skin scratch
lightly dusted weeps
heavy with energy
a thousand times
I do feel funny
wrestling wind

I spin like a whirligig
in my static poise
I take a huge swig
of liquid turquoise

My umbilical cord
is a root of the chord
which vibrates inside
my resonant mind

Tells tales of mountainside
madness, alerted when too much
learned how to ride bikes there
letting naturalness sway my course
can’t always recall where
I need to cite the source

Convulsions torture my cramped calves
I don’t have time to be by halves!
…my zero hour to reassume
a risk of falling from the womb

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & SPAHR PLOPS
© All rights reserved 2015

Ancestor’s Pages ~ The ∞ ‘21 Shades of Blue’ collaboration

This book smells so redolent,
though the pages feel decayed.
It’s cover seems insolent,
frayed bromide paper displayed.

All, what I craved, lies inside
like a spurned lover in print
who was inked and crucified
by glossing over missed hints.

My trembling fingers caress
the words I cannot escape.
The vowels slowly undress
wound’s consonants, healing, named…

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & RY HAKARI
© All rights reserved 2015