cold (comfort for the oligarch)

you were a child once
played hide & seek with the truth
smothered your world with a smile
silenced hearthlands with all guile

you held more than the rest of them
more than lifetimes could ever feed
cultivated deafness to their pleas
while touching the lichen on trees

empathy is plebeian
do as i say, not as i do

you held dominion o’er anthills
had them burned ‘neath your lens of rage
watched them scatter into entropy
as you & the bison trammelled lea

you felt so superior
& equally felt misunderstood
self-made with all the scaffolding
afforded you in childhood’s spring

empathy is plebeian
do as i say, not as i sue

the winterings of life now nearer
with less introspection than e’er before
& naught but tongues of sycophants
to baste the gilding of your pants

the end of life now upon you
do your riches gleam paler than e’er before
could you have been less of a bastard
& mayhap wept a little more

empathy is plebeian
do as i say, not as i rue

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2025

the blunder fable

i wanna eat too!
said the blob to the boy
but the boy wouldn’t share

the blob nursed a grudge
started to muster gall
waited for the right moment…

but the boy went away
never to be seen again
what was a full blob to do

unable to hold it
the blob swelled up & burst
gall splashed everyone around

hunger for vengeance
always fails to satisfy
leaves you feeling hollow

but it’s also the boy
who should take some blame too
what a shit little meanie!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024

cold (boy in the grave)

what is boy to do when
the judge will not advocate
& silence is the crime

his death smacks heavenly sweet
honeyed thus for peace of mind
as the rest of life goes to pot
boy raises a poisoned chalice &
pleads for more hungarian wine

the bad man lashed & beat on him
enriched while boy had less to eat
a legal ward with no standing
but life, they say, can find a way
(tho’ god’s acre be down the street)

what is boy to do when
the judge does prevaricate
& silence is the crime

tho’ blood be often redder
bruises sting profoundly true
how could boy bear any more when
none would pluck this weight away
no reckoning hawk from the blue

his death shall taste bittersweet
at least it’s something left to eat
a boy full bellied on life now
sighs to emptied then lays he down
(for worms to feast in ‘neath the ground)

what is boy to do when
the judge chose to abdicate
& silence was the crime

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2025

GUEST POST // one flower left by Cassy Single

bombs fly & sirens sound
they think they scare us
buildings fall & fires burn
they think they’ve beaten us

propaganda, lies spread
like a game of whispers
they think they speak truth
no

their bombs are nothing
for every building they destroy
we build two more
the real truth

no matter what they try to take
we will never surrender our spirit
we will stand together
no matter what

as long as one flower remains
ukraine will live on

by CASSY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023

lucy in the sky with rhinestones

rough diamonds that they are
with facets not yet shining
still spilling clumsy sun puppies
for easily amused yuppies

who are we to assign value
where detritus has accrued

wrap ’em all up in newspaper
alongside kale sandwiches
staled by yesterday’s news
stained with tomorrow’s clues

who are you to assign value
where truth’s bones have accrued

in seven days they’ll be polished
by bacon grease & oily lies
fakely shining like no tomorrow
like sun pups dead to further sorrow

who am i to assign value
where death & taxes have accrued

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024