Sometimes you fly in the electric sky
and doubt… WTF am I doing here?
Sometimes you wake in a president’s tie
and cry… WTF am I doing here?
You’re a spoiled child… and boom! You’re a scapegoat
and bleat… WTF am I doing here?
Hey, you can’t win a regatta aboard a tugboat…
Stop doubt; cry, bleat. Jump overboard. Take control and steer!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015
I often wonder…
We waste dozens of words where
Haiku is enough
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015
Sometimes he loses the flow
and feels like an empty caul.
Sometimes his favorite show
is a tapestry on the wall.
His voice is an ant in resin…
Dumbness. An unfertilized plot
becomes incoherent and thin
on the bottom of the dry ink pot.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015
Just jabbering. Beating a rhythm. Messing with common sense.
Murdering a language… grammatically semi-dense.
A holy fool…
Allowing unallowable. Well… omissible… fuck it!
Set punctuation marks! Correct my torn jeans and my sanskrit!
A holy fool…
Don’t listen to me, please! Don’t call my bluff! Don’t yield to my magic!
It’ll not be my blame if you hear something essential and tragic.
A holy fool…
God forbid! Something that you were always afraid to say.
Oops… me and my potty mouth… I put my foot in it… hey!
A holy fool…
Healthy people shrug shoulders… a set of words isn’t usable.
Are you sick? Do you think that my words are excusable?
A holy fool…
There are people… they hear perfectly… how a heart talks to a heart.
Well… Putting on my horn-rimmed glasses. Just wanna look more smart…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015
Do you think
that your Muse is dead?
Balderdash!
She is tired.
She is just flat on her ass.
Yes! Dash it all, yes!
She couldn’t bear
your endless snivel,
hysterics,
binge drinking…
You, pathetic Creator!
She dumped you, dumbass!
Two talented lines
aren’t worth two wasted years… yes.
Muses can fuck up.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015
