Tag Archives: Heaven

cold comfort

no one wants to die
no one wants to say goodbye
no one wants to cry
void their headstone of the lie
that there is a by the by

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022

slippers vs the atom

a cockroach can survive a nuclear strike
but not survive being struck with a newspaper
and if i were the ghost of that cockroach
that had been taken out by a newspaper
i’d feel embarrassed!

i’d sit at the closed gates of cockroach heaven
waiting until their lunch break was over
trying to invent some heroic excuse
a war story for why i had appeared there
to not feel embarrassed!

in the garbage meadows of cockroach heaven
there are no newspapers, nor any slippers
just peace and quiet, and amazing grace
sung by veterans of the bug nuclear blitz
and none are embarrassed!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022

DOLLY MIXTURE (With Love to Women) // A Liquorice Six Word Story

Men’s heaven? A mirror floor office.

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022

project pitchfork

heaven folded in on itself
when the angels dropped like anchors
and with them all hope

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021

the genesis flask

you slip through my fingers into the sand
and make a trail in speckle and spick
the prints of your limbs a lost dna strand

sprigs pop in your wake, magic and mayhem
ocean waves give your feet a slavish lick
comets swirl to give form your diadem

in this moment i am the creator
sower of dreams, bringer of time’s tick
standing at the edge of heaven’s crater

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019