eyes taped to the sky
spin around a world of rue
the silence that hems
Text by TONY SINGLE
Image by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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eyes taped to the sky
spin around a world of rue
the silence that hems
Text by TONY SINGLE
Image by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2022
gaslit & ghosted
then left to grey abandon
why were you not told
Text by TONY SINGLE
Image by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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translucent in dreams
the tree of lungs inside you
breathes true outside you
Text by TONY SINGLE
Image by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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when finally the winter’s regime
hugged with a gentle vise
once the hectic mainstream
got locked in a stasis of ice
a roar swelled from slander
antheming to sacred shit
both turned into frozen meander
adorned with a bilious split
prickly slush wrapped up tighter
rhetoric and gagged criticism
like a pearl torn from the peak of a mitre
the globe rolled down a glaring schism
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
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he calls her ‘art house’
there’s sound and the picture’s clear
but he can’t fathom
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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