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
Carrot-sun, sky-stick —
Change, chased to the horizon,
every eve, escapes…
Last night I dreamed I
shaved my head to symbolize
this loss of progress
“Life is a rat race —
crawled bald, cradle to the grave”,
Wise Solomon says
Simple Simons say,
“Happiness is denying
cold reality”
I’m caught in between
dying in light of the truth,
accepting my lot
Living a half-life
in darkness of denial
of what I can see
I want to believe
things are better then they seem,
living lucid dreams…
I want to believe
my future’s not this fragile,
living denial…
I want to believe
where there’s a will, there’s a way,
living life, not lies…
I want to believe
when I die, life was worthwhile,
winning the rat race…
Søren Kierkegaard,
Christian Devil’s Advocate,
just like me, has said
“Life can only be
understood backwards; but it
must be lived forwards”
I want to believe
and read backwards “dog was star”,
living “rats saw god”…
by RY HAKARI
© All rights reserved 2015
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
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© All rights reserved 2015-2018
Gods laugh like crazy…
The sky shakes with a guffaw.
A chance encounter?!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015
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