Category Archives: TONY’S POEMS

the end of everything

the days have buried us
quiet desperation’s creep
they’ve embraced the liturgy
of dubstep supremacy
the old reich is new again

dandelions spinning
we seek the mercy of sleep
zero-sum mentality
is their prime modality
none beyond the reich’s reach

it’s all over your face
silence only we sane can hear
the world’s too gone to scream

one weep away from hell
of the faithful’s making
we could try to break free
or sink into apathy
the reich prevails either way

a slavish love or else
führer gods above us all
the great ‘i am’ collectively
jackboots in perpetuity
embrace the reich on fire

it’s all over your face
silence only the sane can hear
we’re far too gone to scream

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2026

it’s complicated

woman in red
writing in red
of all her grievances
in over her head
‘cos she won’t give head
(well, that’s what he said)

she wants to really
to taste & get feely
but he hates her dearly
(well, that’s what she said)

mayhap neither ought to have wed
they’ve long since shat the marital bed
(well, that’s what the milkman said)

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2026

mimic

it was just a dream
of guillermo del toro
with his eyes sewn closed
chortling on a bed
near a wall crawling with bugs
as jack black looked on
were they both brothers
from a different mother
was the real question

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2025

your personal jesus

i am what i am
your very own spinning wheel
spin me until you get what you feel
or put me on a car, i will get you far
or put a hamster in me so
we get nowhere fast, i do not care

take me down off the tree
whenever you need a reason
i am your dedicated fruit machine
a revolving door of tide & whim
a cog in the christian fascist regime
a twist of the key in a nail scarred hand

i am what you say that i say i am
at which point i frankly don’t give a damn
whatever you need is all i can be
but there is one thing i would ask of you
to put me back when you are done

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2026

melancholia

if his head touched the pillow he would have died
so he wrote instead but there was no tune
no tune to croon for the words he made
“looks make the fellow,” some looker cried
so he hid instead but there was no room
no room to prune for the life he made

years rolled into the tomb
& he smiled a bloodless smile
“better shut me that window,” he said
then wrote some more
but what for

if he skipped on the bellows he would have flied
but he sunk instead & there was no room
no room to swoon for the lull he made
“taste life’s harsh marrow,” some taster cried
so he starved instead & there was no tune
no room to croon for the lack he made

laughter rolled into the tomb
& he smiled a bloodless smile
“joy’s an abstraction,” he said
then cried some more
but what for

if he plunked on a cello he would have sighed
but he frowned instead & there was no room
for croons to tune with the face he made
“hang on these gallows,” some hanger cried
so he did just that & there was no noon
just gloom in the room & the life he paid

death rolled into the tomb
& he smiled a bloodless smile
“where’ve you been all my life,” he said
then hung some more
but what for

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2008