I feel blah
It is one of those days
that repeats itself
I feel nothing
It is one of those states
that appears intermittently
I say something
It is one of those outpours
that shocks me
you must wonder
what I have said
let me tell you
blah blah blah
by CASSA BASSA
© All rights reserved 2020
Uncle, tell me a bedtime story!
Promise me sleep right after that?
Bearded myths say there’s a purgatory
Right after death, right after begat.
Its goddamned inmates are forever doomed to
Never succeed in finding ease of breath,
Getting sick with chronic, emotional flu,
Insides torn ‘tween flame life and ice death.
No way, Iron Uncle, do they still have human pith!
Godspeed, Tiny Tin. People are just a silly ancient myth.
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2018