Ivory and ebony, rock crystal and brocade,
Her life is sweet and lovely like Dundee marmalade,
Her life is bright and sparkling, a magic fairy tale…
I met her eyes. I saw her truth. A caged nightingale.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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I’m not rapid and viral.
I go in a slow spiral.
I’m on my path. I keep my poise.
I really hate to make big noise…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
I’m warlike and hot-tempered Aries.
My horns can kick your tender nates.
But your love can break this dam…
And I turn into a white fluffy lamb.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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I’m trying to keep my composure…
but my mind was caught by a barbwire enclosure!
I couldn’t sever truth and lie!
I would prefer to meet shots and die!
I forgot all my experience of verbal…
I could apply only quiet burble,
I could chomp and stutter,
I could belch and sputter!
I felt like a mauled hooker,
My body was burnt on the hellish cooker!
I got mugged like a stupid goof!
My tongue laid on the loft like proof!
I plunged into the hot bloody gel…
My perspectives deteriorated. Hell!
It makes no sense to use a compress
When a zombie gnaws your tender ass…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
Another masterpiece by Anton Semenov. Do you like? No?! Damn him… go away!
Cold water flows down my face and I open my eyes. Damn him! Again… My nose inhales fusty air and I understand that this nightmare isn’t just a delirium. It’s real… I take up the wet pen. I write ‘fuck you’ carefully in the moist writing-book. Letters are dancing and I close my eyes, but I can’t close my ears.
– She will write. She can. She’s trying to rebel but I can force her.
…give me the strength to speak and to be silent
give me the strength to be a lamb and a tyrant…
Some might suppose that this is my paradise. I would agree if it were not for one zesty detail… What would you name the paradise that you can’t leave? I call it ‘a gaol’. Do you want to debate this? No? I thought not…
…give me the strength to inflict the death-blow
give me the strength to endure the last throe…
Sometimes I try to hide myself. I squeeze my puny body into the corner behind the door and close my eyes. This trick doesn’t work. She finds me, finds me every time. I still don’t know how she does this. I’m always on the alert yet I’m always taken unawares. She moves like a weasel. She has small sharp teeth and eyes like gimlets…
…give me the strength to hold the king’s crown
give me the force to stay the court clown…
– What are you mumbling? Stop it! You can’t fool me! I know you from the ground up! Write! Stop talking! Write! Write!
…give me the strength to lift up the baton
give me the strength to stop the marathon…
She bends over me. Muses are the most cruel and pitiless creatures.
I curse the first fucking day when I wrote my first poem. I curse the first fucking day when I saw her small sharp teeth and her eyes like gimlets.
I curse the first fucking day when I smiled at her. She…
My Afflation. My Curse. My Muse… I lose my consciousness. Finally… (to be continued)
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
unbolt me 