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a Cuckoo

They call me ‘A Cuckoo’.
Because I always know the right time for death.
I don’t have ESP.
I don’t have a magic mascot or subtle vibes.
I don’t have an affiliation with the ‘Fortune-teller’ Club.
I just know it.
And I’m calm.

They can aggro.
They can say I’m a gory, cruel bird.
I’m a fucking accounting cuckoo.
I’m calm.

One… Two… Three…

They can’t bust out.
I stand on the roof.

Four… Five…

I lift my munition – a bow and arrows with cuckoo’s feathers.
I close my left eye…

Six… Seven…

It’s so easy!
It’s like skeet…

Eight… Nine…

Welcome to hell, loser!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

I know you, my perfect reader!

I know you, my perfect reader!
I can see plainly in my head –
You are a sceptic and a leader,
You can say truth without dread.

I can narrate of you a lot.
You are the best of our breed!
You have a single tiny blot.
A little bug… You hate to read!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

My hot sweaty pelt

my hot sweaty pelt…
I am walking your path
and obliging snowmelt
hides all proofs of my wrath.

my nose leads me…
I depend on your scent.
I stand on my knee –
do you hear my lament?

my fangs brightly shine.
moon tries on mourning.
you will be mine –
mine no later than morning!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

I saw one girl

I saw one girl this sunny day.
I thought, ‘The Zombie ate her brain!’
I can position in four lines
Her empty likeness…

‘My firmament is crystal clear
And shimmers like a rainbow sphere.
It’s not because the world is blameless.
It’s just because I am brainless.’

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

…adrenaline runs low

cur doesn’t flow through torn wire.
my veins are cold. I lost my fire.
and throbbing love in slow gyre
descends to bottom. descends to nothing.
this cruel game without rules.
I count my uneven pulse.
I just become a needless plaything
just trash

(a chorus)
adrenaline runs low – and heart is dying
and squirming in convulsions in my chest
adrenaline runs low – and sun is crying
and darkness comes to my heart like a guest

I cannot stop this nightly show.
a gutless puppet squirms in throe.
dread voice gives orders calm and slow
so phony. so truly.
incisive waves destroy my space
and heavy fogs erase my face.
I make a last stroke. I make a last sigh. so coolly…

(a chorus)
adrenaline runs low – and heart is dying
and squirming in convulsions in my chest
adrenaline runs low – and sun is crying
and darkness comes to my heart like a guest

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014