Tag Archives: Dream

what would freud say?

i woke up with the thought
that the letter ‘o’
is a death mask
and that the pathless one
cannot claim me
without it

so, i lay there and looked
at a spot of light
on the ceiling
then did i turn my head
to the window’s
vacant yawn

gazed i through that dark glass
all silent and grim
lo, i shivered
awaiting a fresh hell
from the pit ‘neath
that dank earth

an answer came to me…
if the pit is ‘o’
gaping for me
and the death mask is ‘o’
then needs must they
add to two

i melded the two ‘o’s
infinity ‘fuck’
i girded it
thrust in the pathless face
my loins to mouth
and its shame

then did i fall asleep
like a baby does
with the feeling
of sweet satisfaction
a slaked ‘amen’
so saintly

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021

TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // Why Fades A Dream? by Paul Laurence Dunbar

Why fades a dream?
An iridescent ray
Flecked in between the tryst
Of night and day.
Why fades a dream?–
Of consciousness the shade
Wrought out by lack of light and made
Upon life’s stream.
Why fades a dream?

That thought may thrive,
So fades the fleshless dream;
Lest men should learn to trust
The things that seem.
So fades a dream,
That living thought may grow
And like a waxing star-beam glow
Upon life’s stream–
So fades a dream.

by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR (1872-1906)
Public Domain Poetry

yggdrasil’s dream

at world’s end hung the bearded axe of doom
waiting to hew from all trees their ravens
i hugged to myself as if this would protect
teeny in my chest such tremulous clot

but still it was a seedling at my core
but still the stramash was hard to ignore

through arch at twig’s end i quailed to see
yond the chaos and atom of dark design
clung did ravens to my denuded branches
with talons adamantine and whetted

but still there was the theurgy of fate
but still fear uprooted to axe’s dictate

when will for always intersect with my growth rings
or will i weaken at the root and fall to ruin
dare this seedling float on the eddies of wind
or from cradle to grave grow through rain and pain

but still brute divines have smote me
but still to the sun as new tree i devote me

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020

100 WORD SKITTLE // Leaking the Dream (Follow-up to Lurking the Dream)

I wasted no time, stepping into the stormwater drain to retrieve the kitten before it drowned. Wind railed at my back, and the first huge drops of icy rain began to plap on the scruff of my neck. I shivered, my foot slipped on the slick ladder, and I fell in.

I flailed momentarily before my head cracked into the sewer wall. The last thing I remember was my face in bloodied water, my scattered manuscript pages, and a title that read ‘Look What the Kitten Dragged In’.

There was a mewl from somewhere in the darkness.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018