they’ve erected a statue
right on the main square
where the gutters swill red
it must all go somewhere
more than a grand opening
there the ribbon is cut
the people jockey to see
a democracy forgot
note his moment of glory
how blindly the crowd loves
none mention the bodies
a truth that secretly rubs
& yet in a week or so
the leavings will remain
of know-nothing pigeons that
care not for fascist gain
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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you walk over there
track breadcrumbs for your peace of mind
you walk over here
but that black dog follows behind
it’s fine, it’s fine
you have no need of tears
maybe skol more wine
let these last hours pine
away in another empty bind
you walk over here
are you out of your mind
you walk over there
the black dog follows you blind
also the dreams find you
unbidden, undoable
so you roll them up, dear boy
tuck them under your skin
follow your bottles back to bed
you stagger nowhere
in the corridors of the mind
& the black dog is there
you’re so goddam happy
you could vomit the sun
by TONY SINGLE
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monsters don’t only live in the dark
they can inhabit the light as well
in crystal castles or silky meadows
or knee-deep in marshmallow rivers
no warning, all charge, the unicorn rises
threatening death with thunderous hooves
it seems the most innocent of creatures
can also run plum out of patience
beautiful and elegant, it gores you
your viscera entangled in its mane
horn arcs, glints like wine spilled in the sun
yes, this is no mere ruby’s sparkle
even gargoyles, devils, trolls and wolves
fear the unicorn’s territorial will
because not only can it disembowel
it will also shit rainbows over your corpse
so remember kids, monsters are real
they’re just not always what you would think
now close your eyes, listen to a lullaby
about crystal castles and silky meadows…
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
When you go I become
the sea gull begging salt from
from briny air,
My heart a deep blue sea.
I channel you in the nightingale’s
perpetual call that awakens my
unrelenting desire.
Come the buttery dawn your faded coat
hangs from my bed post and I
become so small I could slip
inside the lining of your chest,
sheltered by the warmth of your
skin where I belong.
by HOUSE OF HEART
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i ordered a 3d printer today
the opportunities are endless
i can print some nice decorations
or print a brand new gutenberg press
or even print a new stapes for both ears
or at least two brand new hearing aids
or how about a robot interpreter
fluent in every sign language ever
but will communication be better
if i spend a big fat cheque on this
sure, i could print a stack of gold bullion
to buy me a god to answer my prayers
or print a brand new humbert humbert
to buy me a god to answer my prayers
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
unbolt me 