desolation is just a word
desolation is just a feeling
it’s nothing to do with me
yet i cry anyway
i plan to rise above it all
one of these days
when i can fill no more
when i begin to finally pour
let this last gasp elevate me
let this last gasp make me to soar
by TONY SINGLE
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love ripped through your brightened veins
you wondered how much you could possibly take
the blood (a choir) roaring inside you
rushing to shape a song inside you
naught can be done to hasten the healing
but you have to know they’re only scars
and i love you, my homunculus
hurt and all
your voice was sandpaper’s rasp
no one understood, who among them could
blood in a cage, no doors inside you
no release for the song inside you
naught can be done to hasten the healing
but you have to know they’re only scars
and i love you, my homunculus
hurt and all
you’re loved, deplumed, so no more pretense
no longer can you be about mere survival
blooded for life, a kindling inside you
the filaments of song deep inside you
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
you died in the month of may, didn’t you
when you slipped and fell from the dead god’s hand
you knew then that you’d only led yourself astray
that silence was not the only silence
and all you could think to say
how is my life not mine
never have i deserved to die
never was i requested to live
you’re the once and ever failure, aren’t you
you never could shine as bright as they
all crafted jewel and curated moments
superior vessels built for purpose
and all you could think to say
how are these tears divine
never have i deserved to die
never was i requested to live
you’re the shadow that shrank behind, so you
became harrowed when tracing your heart song
and moths stole along, they ate your pockets
and then all of your dreams trailed sore away
and all you could think to say
i am the last of my kind
never have i deserved to die
never was i requested to live
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
in the beginning was the word
and the word was us
pressed between ungiving pages
and yet in touching we multiplied
so what was first
was word made flesh
or did flesh make the words
scope and more we had to withhold
to give him all praise
his narcissism walled us off
to ourselves, ne’er to fit in
and what of his thirst
for our blood made blest
we venerated the absurd
he showed us we were never worthy
he broke our hearts
this round hole passover pricker
no forgiving this time, the abuse must end
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
i went walking in the midst of loud appeals
to the better drone of my nature
and promises forcefed to be made anew
in a yonder framed for the chosen few
who’d have known what the future would hold
been naïve enough to believe again
what once was a cradled, spotless bloom
now a weight of years fills the foom
trump still lives yet cohen’s dead
fascism’s risen, your god is bled
now peel back my skin and bruise me within, why don’t ya
trump still lives yet carrie’s dead
iceland’s too warm and the oceans are red
now peel back my skin and rub the salt in, hallelujah
the diamonds got all unearthed down here
the stars up there all got pretty scanty
was god just a man with a beard and a view
where did the dinosaurs all vanish to
yeah, something about this rain makes me heavy
i’ll weep from pustules ’til i grieve no more
my bottle cradled, one more nuclear bloom
now a weight of bones fills the foom
trump still lives yet marilyn’s dead
your food is porn, greed’s giving more head
now peel back my skin to the china within, why don’t ya
trump still lives yet bowie’s dead
the bees are all gone and the birds have fled
now peel back my skin and tilt the gin in, hallelujah
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018
