Maybe… maybe it’s time to shout ‘Mayday!’
Maybe… maybe it’s time to break off your fake play!
I’m sick of beating these walls of morals!
Their tips are less droll than the Gregorian Chorales!
Maybe… Maybe… Maybe…
Please, Alice, please, stop to flee!
Maybe it’s time to step through the Looking-Glass.
Alice, I beg, show me your sass!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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please, let me to lay
on this cold granitic stone
between grey and grey.
please, let me to say –
I’m exhausted and alone
I feel total splay.
please, let me to flay
I’m ready to give a feast,
I’ll wait birds of prey.
please, let me to stay!
I found my latest refuge
between grey and grey…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
The Vermilion Moon… I lift up my arms.
Chandra Namaskar. My Saint Vitus’s dance.
My stream is smooth. My breath is deep.
I count pulse. I curve and slip.
Another circle… a bow… a leap…
My rite is done. It’s time to reap.
The Moon is glad. It smiles and winks.
It drips on sheets like bleeding inks…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
I was designated for the visual arts. I was accurately planned but I was impatient. I was fidgeting and knocking. Our breed was losing its own positions at an alarming rate. My parents were studying tarot, the manuscripts and natal charts thoroughly… they couldn’t goof again. I was made with a mechanical precision. A day, an hour… Yuck! I don’t even want to imagine this sterile and dull process!
Sun Opposition or Square Pluto.
Mercury Sextile or Trine Neptune.
The degrees, the angles, the seconds. It was a big mess on the sky.
Pluto had a hangover syndrome. Why? It was because of… Hey! It’s not your funeral! I promised to keep this secret! Venus, like every woman, was running late. Mars, as always, was on the routine of war…
Uranus came first. He sat with Scorpio and smoked. “Your generation is noted for their willingness to dispel social taboos of all kinds. You push the boundaries of accepted behavior. Fanaticism is a common trait in your generation.”
Jupiter and Cancer. I don’t like either of them. I’m usually playing hooky during their lectures… “Your warmth and willingness to accept all people for who they truly are makes even the most inhibited people feel comfortable around you. You strive to bring those who feel disenfranchised from life back into the fold of humanity.”
Wow! Bingo! Venus and Mars came! “Your powerful emotions make you a lover of the arts as well. You feel music and art speaks to you. Generally beauty of any kind has an affect on you.” “Because you feel you are a natural leader you do much better giving orders than you do taking them.”
It was a hellish mess on the sky!
I appeared without warning. Uranus dropped his tobacco pipe. Scorpio and Cancer stopped playing chess. Venus squealed. Only Mars, like a true warrior, was calm and gazed at Venus’s boobs. I was accurately planned. I was designated for the visual arts. But I was impatient. My parents fucked up again. (to be continued)
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
My special thanks to Cyan Ryan
for the grammar corrections and improvement this essay!
A tepid wind is blowing, the oval room is wiggling… All right! I’ve connected to the Daily Dissonance. Now I’m part of the tracking system. I’m a combat neuron in the artificial neural network. I’m a good manipulator, I can control both the most powerful and the most dispensable influx… Oh! My bad! I forgot to introduce myself! Sorry! My name is Werther. I’m an operator of suicidal impulses. I must detect and actualize these impulses. And I must overwrite the instinct of self-preservation.
Today I hooked a girl. An ordinary young girl. She floundered in questions about the spread of Solidarity death and how this life looked like a Moebius strip. This endless strip was killing her, and making her weak and silly. It had to stop.
When I cut the strip my nerves did not tremble. That is why they pay me. Because I can be resolute. Because I can give my resoluteness to others.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
My special thanks to Cyan Ryan
for the grammar corrections and improvement this essay!
unbolt me 