Tag Archives: Fantasy

hagakure

the fox with the sword
he never uses his words
like a samurai
he prefers meditation
over a cherry petal

in silence he feels
a longing for the highlands
there’s no other goal
fox life is the only way
darting through the foggy fens

fleet of foot & tail
the gods can barely spot him
or trace his bearing

the fox looks yonder
at thunder on the mountain
the gods are angry
or maybe they are happy
the cherry petal flutters

ascension begins
climbing over nook & rock
fox ‘neath the lit skies
crystal droplets pelting down
the sword’s unblemished blade edge

fleet of foot & tail
the gods can fairly ponder
his vulpine essence

the fox at the peak
sees the gods in their true form
bow to each other
& then they sit side by side
for endless meditation

so he makes his choice
tender the fox lays his sword
down for the last time
soars into the lawless sky
turning into a petal

fleet of foot & tail
the gods can only look on
in silent envy

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024

Tumblevision #20

OnlyFans Girl

She’s real but all they want is fantasy.

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023

enûma eliš (when on high)

sorrow is not forever
whenever hope gains a foothold
give me your hand, dear
and leave these burial fields behind

we rest our old ways on the funeral pyre
and hatch new wings within its fire
fragile and strong are we

the lustre in our eyes
we’re spinning dreams in our sleep
look to my eyes, dear
we’ll move the world in our wake

we rest our old ways on the funeral pyre
and hatch new wings within its fire
fragile and strong are we

let’s shrug off our draconian veils
let these settle in the dust at their feet
lay your brow to mine, dear
in a nest full of golden eggshells

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020

forever ambered

we set out to find a secret stone on the pavement
and began to whirl like that girl in the devil’s dark pearl
do you remember
we laid upwind the pheromones of enslavement
then took a daring stance to dance the prance of scalded squirrels

we looked right at the april sun
tho’ we were told not to
we huffed and chuffed o’er happy air
dandelion swirls behind our eyes

we set out to find the hoary old chestnuts of burgeon
and began to pray like gay fey in jehovah’s dark play
do you remember
we rowed upstream with a warry shoal of kingly sturgeon
then in emerald grass laid brass to glass in arcane ritual

we looked nebby at the may moon
musing next on what to do
we fussed and cussed o’er happy air
dandelion swirls behind our eyes

the locket on my neck
as ambered as the gleam in your eyes
enshrining our faraway spring
you do remember

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020

whale the moon

there’s a whale in the sky
blocking the suns of joon
and pale people from the moon
sharpening a big harpoon

the whale’s shadow sighs
over the fairy floss plains
fountaining dead candy canes
through gravity shields and drains

none on the moon remember
why there’s such dread for the whale
why they persist to regale
each other with horror tales

the whale howls frantically
troubles sky with fluke and flick
but moon folk have judged too quick
got the wrong end of the stick

if only they’d understand
its song of despair and love
warning them of doom above
the coming killer space dove

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019