Tag Archives: God

TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // Babel by Lola Ridge

Oh, God did cunningly, there at Babel –
Not mere tongues dividing, but soul from soul,
So that never again should men be able
To fashion one infinite, towering whole.

by LOLA RIDGE (1873-1941)
Public Domain Poetry

print queue

i ordered a 3d printer today
the opportunities are endless
i can print some nice decorations
or print a brand new gutenberg press
or even print a new stapes for both ears
or at least two brand new hearing aids
or how about a robot interpreter
fluent in every sign language ever
but will communication be better
if i spend a big fat cheque on this
sure, i could print a stack of gold bullion
to buy me a god to answer my prayers
or print a brand new humbert humbert
to buy me a god to answer my prayers

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024

psychopomp (whither goest thou)

a vastly hush at cockcrow
there’s nowhere left to hide
neb & feathered black mass
gilds yon mirror ‘neath thy feet

thou art fæder’s mortal binding
yon summoned ængel framework
atween slight’d he & domination

where be killer’s instinct now
thou saltst the earth to death
bound yon misery to thy guts
so vengeance can take its stage

thou art fæder’s embankment
yon crumbling ængel framework
atween fjord & ego’s deluge

the path of ruin afore thee
staunch not the blood of fell swans
grim misdeeds shriek ahind thee
for aye be a butcher’s curse

thou art fæder’s catafalque
yon sombre ængel framework
atween e’er earth & nullity

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024

cloudy with a chance of deicide

long may i outlast
all the world’s grey anointing
smog & entropy
let it all float away now
punch the god nose yonder sky

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023

happy haw

& god make a fist one day
pulled a rib & make a lady
left a hole inside her that
mortal hunger ne’er could fill

then god make the other fist
custom fit for hungry holes
for to grease her up three ways
make muppets out of one & all

but i’s wise to him
that abba father ain’t no good
& devil plum misunderstood

& why that devil my lover?
in case anybody say
it cos he swear by consent
got a lovin’ temperament

the devil be my lover
yes is yes & no mean no
he hold me in our afterglow
he ain’t the beast they say

but i’s wise to it all
that abba father ain’t no good
& devil plum misunderstood

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023