should a morning star
make apology for its name
should a morning star
decry its elusive nature
some biological species
prefer spotlights on the scaffolding
over that soft spacious light
pouring from the dawning sky
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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the classic problem of any discussion
those who don’t know formulate well
they sort out the saints and sinners
like a seasoned trader smells rotten fish
but those who know are tongue-tied
they chew on word salad
they are full of contradictions
and sound rather delusional
because true knowledge
doesn’t come with chain-reading
it plops onto your head
like a pigeon’s fresh droppings
and when you come to yourself
rubbing eyes while onlookers laugh
those ignorant stoned jerks
take over the world
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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have you ever felt
that your life is mortgaged
from the very first cry?
they squeeze your persona dry
they gain interest from everything
starting with your imperfect reflection
and its teenaged acne
ending with a type of upholstery
on your second-rate coffin
and nothing really belongs to you
except a nightingale’s song
that reverberates outside your window
every single night
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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her paintings are on display
in the gallery’s endmost room
where there are only dull bulbs
and long, timid shadows
away from the greedy eyes
away from the greasy hands
away from the eco idiots
armed with their cup-a-soups
her paintings are on display
in the endmost of memories
where there is only yearning
for the might-have-been past
where sweet melancholy slumbers
where there’s no desire for awakening
where a soft nightsong is
sung by cicada ensemble
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2024
unbolt me 