Tag Archives: Tetiana Aleksina

Blood Cherry ~ The one sharp-toothed collaboration

Crumble Cult ∼ Tony Single ∼  Once More, With Foreboding

Well… do you think it’s three different persons? Uh-uh… nope!
It’s only one person. The single person. The amazing, talented and great person… OK! I guess it’s dawned upon you who it is.

(Should I stop praising you, Tony?)

I’m happy to show you my next collaboration with TONY SINGLE.

But now… let’s stop shooting the breeze! Please, shaken, not stirred! Aww… sweet and salty… yummy. I do love this one.

Вензельagain she isn’t there, but what can you expect?
the mirror peers through her to curtains drawn and rumpled sheets
she’s accepted her fate, the wrong way was trekked
silk and lace, now what can she be hiding between flounces and pleats?

stake her if you can boy, slay her quick
afore she gets to you, makes your neck to snap
crick snap crick snap

her dead china skin’s oft stroked by eld and lust’s pluck
those mounds of lust and venus with their discreet teeth marks
a guide of cigarette burns over which she howls amok
perhaps it isn’t true pain, just phantom extremity abraded birthmarks

flake her if you can boy, flay her quick
afore she gets to you, makes your neck to snap
crick snap crick snap

sweet and salty, young and old, she tries not to flirt with her food!
her mother was wise but no garden is without its weeds
who has defined the line between decent and lewd
when it comes to primordial instincts and physical needs?

take her if you can boy, lay her quick
afore she gets to you, makes your neck to snap
crick snap crick snap

so an aspen corset keeps her temper double lapped
it protects her from stiff sunshine and its destructive caress
while throughout cobalt veins, desire’s reach is fair trapped
it sure isn’t easy being an amorous vampiress

Вензель_нижний

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2015

Horn-rimmed glasses

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

a Pissed off Muse

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

Oops!… We Did It Again (an Averter)

Erm… hullo there. (This is rather awkward…)

Dear Reader, the stuff that was originally posted here has been removed.

We have done this because said stuff has since been included in one of our published books. We hope you’ll believe us when we say we’re not trying to be stingy. No, this has been done to honour the people who have already spent their hard-earned money on our eBook creations.*

If, however, for some reason you’re unable to buy one of our books, and feel you’ll die without seeing this piece of writing, then please contact us via admin@unbolt.me. We won’t allow our Dear Readers to fade away in the dark. We’ll send you the piece in question, and it will be absolutely free. All you need do is ask.

* Of course, we would be like two happy puppies if you too decided to buy one of our books.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2015-2018

the Light-off-House keeper

Do you remember that guy?
Yes, who turned off the lighthouse.
At that time things were awry
and it ended up in the madhouse.

“Birds are better than people.
They can fly and sit on the steeple.”

Then two or three were shipwrecked.
It was in late November…
All appeals were rejected.
I was small, but I still remember.

“Birds are better than people.
They don’t weep. Don’t beg for a nipple.”

I saw his look through the bars.
I read his bloodless parched lips.
“…they fade in the light… like stars…
…lighthouse is evil… full eclipse…”

“Birds are better than people.
They never doubt to kill a cripple.”

James Bond was my cult hero.
(No, not the dolt from the film!)
His books were my ground zero.
Birds became lords in my little realm.

“Birds are better than people…”
I’m the most industrious pupil.

I defeated wicked light.
I secure happy birdlife.
I keep eternal twilight.

Somewhere somebody cries… it’s a sailor’s wife.

* * * * *

This poem definitely was inspired by the amazing poem ‘Le gardien du phare aime trop les oiseaux’ (The Lighthouse Keeper Loves Birds Too Much) by French poet and screenwriter Jacques Prevert and the short animation based on it ‘Farat’ (The Lighthouse) by Bulgarian director Velislava Gospodinova.

I don’t share videos too often, but it’s worth watching.
I hope you’ll enjoy this short masterpiece.

With love,
your Unbolt

‘Le gardien du phare aime trop les oiseaux’
de Jacques Prévert

Des oiseaux par milliers volent vers les feux
Par milliers ils tombent par milliers ils se cognent
Par milliers aveuglés par milliers assommés
Par milliers ils meurent.
Le gardien ne peut supporter des choses pareilles
Les oiseaux il les aime trop
Alors il dit tant pis je m’en fous
Et il éteint tout
Au loin un cargo fait naufrage
Un cargo venant des îles
Un cargo chargé d’oiseaux
Des milliers d’oiseaux des îles
Des milliers d’oiseaux noyés.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2015