Poems

Poems and lyrics by Tessa, a Russian-born, classically trained singer and piano player compared to David Bowie, Nina Hagen and Tom Waits — who was once accused by FBI of being a Russian spy.


Throw the sun in a cage. Lock it. Drop the drool on a wall. Lick it. Slide the fader a notch Down, Eat your ice cream in red, Clown! All my gifts in my hands - Needing, Like a burn – or a bird, Bleeding. It’s alright, lose the fight, Pout. It’s my sun in the gun....

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Here we go. I was thinking about French existentialism human communication when I was writing it, and after I re-read it, I thought, “Oh boy”.  I emailed it to a friend hoping she would deny any connection of this poem to the sex industry but she wrote back “Definitely a vibrator”. I was all, “No it’s not”. She was, like, “Yes it is”. And I was, like: “Shut up”. Shut...

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The texture of “never” is heavy. Ne-ver. Like a rock that falls to the bottom Without landing. Like you, never calling me “baby”. Confused by the laughter of time, Whispering “never”, thinking “always”, The stone keeps...

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SMILE OF A SNAKE Soft caress of an enemy - Nothing is stranger than that, if you are a woman. Nothing makes you a better...

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I am finding all these scribbles now all of a sudden. They are grinding, They are grinding All you want and All you are. Who was hoping? Who would care? No, they don’t, They only mar. All you dreamt When you were little - All you knew Was true and right - In the toilet! Dear mother, Little baby Lost the fight. Baby, baby In the toilet! Baby, baby - Gone the spark! Grinding, grinding Hereafter. Grinding, grinding In the dark! Was...

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BEFORE THE MUSIC WAS STOLEN Before the music was stolen, Before it was tied to bed By a nurse with a china head Whose lips were bleeding with honey - Before her throbbing composure Was kindly helped to its knees And even allowed to please The Master Decapitatress Before a thousand ants With eyes of perfect amber Were summoned into the chamber To witness the final bliss - And then, she was painted over. A cold, and sightly tickly brush...

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