Category Archives: COLLABORATIONS

sunday morning television

they spake from on high
& answered questions
you never even asked

they spat from on high
& they did not care
that you were bareheaded

they were three in one
a shining countenance
that burned away all souls
like an atomic bomb

to the right of them
a grinning glad lad
that entangled all minds
like a poison ivy

to the left of them
a scowling bag hag
that finagled all eyes
in a barbwire birdcage

they ruminated & belched
their stale truths & false faiths
rolled reality with cud

& so they clawed from low down
demanded their pound of flesh
to marinate in shame
& roast in atomic fire
seasoned with poison ivy

but when all was said & done
it proved a lot easier
to arise from your deep recliner
press a button, shut off the feed
you chose to kill television
& another life was saved today

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024

squamating games

i don’t wanna agree just to keep the peace
don’t gotta force myself to bend to your crease
it would be better for you to desist & cease
so i’m no longer subject to your caprice

just ‘cos i’m a lady
don’t make you my superhero
just a supervillain

in other words, i would like you to sod off
before this turns into a lifelong stand-off
something ’bout your face really puts me off
like it’s not your face but some creepy knock off

please don’t call me baby
or i’ll paint the goddam walls
with your guts vermillion

i suspect you’re a lizard wearing human skin
lemme press this shotgun ‘neath your weak chin
aerate that area with some ballistic spin
get a three-pointer, dunk your head in a bin

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024

the silver tongue choir

don’t consider every poet a messiah
but, rather, a pretty sounding liar
the snivelling, hysterical jeremiah
was one such example

don’t consider every poet a liar
but, rather, a pathetic pariah
who’ll burn in the almighty’s holy fire
fuelled by his urine sample

don’t consider every poet a pariah
but, rather, a copious arse licking choir
worshipping elites with sexual desire
thirty pieces of silver will be ample

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024

lex naturalis nihilis

the peroni virus takes the stand
as the judge takes his gavel in hand
the jury, petty, looks real confused
the face of the prosecutor bland

one wonders how it’s come down to this
a court room in a state less than bliss
they all look over at the accused
who waves to the press, then blows a kiss

& that’s the point where everyone dies
thrashing as they bleed from nose & eyes
the peroni virus takes its hat
& bids to all a pleasant goodbye

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024

oh my god

in the beginning
god created the queue
& placed it before a mall
there was no grinning
just shoppers in a stew
spoiling for a pre-sale brawl

& god saw that it was good
evening & morning, one day

in the beginning
god made anxieties
& placed them in a poodle
there was no trimming
just fleas & bad matting
a pentagram on its noodle

& god saw that it was good
evening & morning, two days

in the beginning
god made uncertainties
& placed them square in harm’s way
there was no winning
just wrong math, bugs & pleas
404 page, print delay

& god saw that it was good
evening & morning, three days

but the next morning
the fourth & final day
god made the reaper from dust
then gave a warning
not to get in god’s way
‘cos he could no longer be arsed

& god didn’t give a rats that it was not good
evening & morning, the reaper joined the poodle at the discount sale
& got a killer deal on a brand new nintendo switch 2

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024