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I don’t know

I don’t know
I exist or no.
All my senses turned into white ash.
Many years ago
I refused this show,
Threw away my passions like unneeded trash.

I smashed up all mirrors,
I killed viewers and hearers,
I put my gun under my head instead of cozy pillows.

I don’t know
I’m alive or no.
All my cells encrusted with sediment and rust.
I didn’t mark a foe,
I didn’t forecast a blow.
And now I disremembered about the notion of ‘trust’.

I smashed up all mirrors,
I killed viewers and hearers,
I put my gun under my head instead of cozy pillows.

…When I inhale this purple mist
Dead senses start to dance a twist
And I’m ready to stop my run
And hide my gun.
But zombies here. I hear a snigger.
I must exhale. And pull the trigger…

by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2014

my Ideal World

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

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