by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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Author Archives: Tony Single
TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // On A Friend Who Died Suddenly Upon The Seashore by J. D. C. Fellow
Quiet he lived, and quietly died;
Nor, like the unwilling tide,
Did once complain or strive
To stay one brief hour more alive.
But as a summer wave
Serenely for a while
Will lift a crest to the sun,
Then sink again, so he
Back to the bright heavens gave
An answering smile;
Then quietly, having run
His course, bowed down his head,
And sank unmurmuringly,
Sank back into the sea,
The silent, the unfathomable sea
Of all the happy dead.
by J.D.C. FELLOW (?-?)
Public Domain Poetry
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rainwreck
the morning i came back home to you
there were clouds of thunder behind your eyes
and something told me that day
no raincoat nor lightning rod would help at all
i offered you my rose-coloured glasses
a divergent lens you could pardon me through
i hoped to see your rainbow smile
and a sundog dancing a jig on your nose
but adoration’s spine got broken with words
our kisses tainted by ire and woe on fire
and so the rose-coloured view was cracked
overwhelming the room with a fatal shatter
punctured by the shards of desperate memories
of us never at peace despite love’s prevailing
weak and vulnerable, ever weather-exposed
without imminent hope for a good forecast
and so i pulled at the pieces until they fell away
a trail of wreckage leading out the door
a wet season took its hold over the world
the morning i forsook a home with you
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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GUEST POST // PHILOSOPHY LATTE by DRDAMIANG
cafe philosophy
Marx
Nietzsche
Sartre
Foucault
sitting jabbering away at the corner table
a sight so
trendy spendy, so
idea
as frothy latte
so pop goes
the weasel
and don’t give me your
ill-conceived ivory-tower bullshit
before these guys
have had their second espresso
the world will have changed
sorry Heraclitus, but the world
will will stepping into these ideas
forever
footnote to Plato? that
was just paddling around
steamy existence before vapid essence
you can just
imagine how the Greeks would
have handled that idea
consciousness boiling away
in the background
there is being
then there is nothingness
then there is the smell of
freshly-
ground coffee
sit down, take in
that wonderful aroma
see what the Universe has determined what
can be said, equally now
what must unfold
by DRDAMIANG
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project pitchfork
heaven folded in on itself
when the angels dropped like anchors
and with them all hope
by TONY SINGLE
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unbolt me 