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.


The healthy apologize to the sick, The ones with a heart Dance for the robots. What is this? Certainly not the world I live in,...

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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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