your skin seems slightly red
beneath this hanging lampshade
i am ready for bloodshed
get prepared for fusillade
i look at a cross (or is it a crow?)
up on the old church steeple
when one deals the fatal blow
another learns to give up on people
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2017
the sky vapes with clouds
stars flicker like ciggy butts
i try to recall
everything i mooned over
but nothing comes to my mind
nothing except for
‘And know, whatever thou hast been,
’Tis something better not to be.’ *
* Lord Byron, ‘Euthanasia’
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2017
For sale: A candelabra, slightly bloodstained.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2017
On that foreign earth,
the blood of kings adorns you.
Magic and mayhem.
Heaven’s net cast wide
but never shall it tame you,
my wildish red queen.
The universe plays,
swirls like a toddler’s mobile
above your cradle.
Planets are ranked like
Fabergé eggs on nightstands,
my red crested queen.
Morpheus pets you
in your cozy martian cot,
in regal repose.
Oceans and deserts
hide like dreams in your lashes,
my weightless red queen.
Hear this, my heart’s song.
Croon shall I so soft for you,
wayfaring out there.
I ride my rocket
to venerate your pink toes,
my red harken queen.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2017
