in my ideal world
it’s always five minutes to four
from coffee and smoke I am bitter
all friends were lost in Twitter
software download died
my forces only turn off the light
I slowly fall down
and soon a dawn…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014
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 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…
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 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
unbolt me 