if a deaf guy falls in the forest
& no one’s around to hear it
does he make a sound
probably
he just can’t hear himself
or maybe can’t use his words
like ouch or christ
by TONY SINGLE
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if a deaf guy falls in the forest
& no one’s around to hear it
does he make a sound
probably
he just can’t hear himself
or maybe can’t use his words
like ouch or christ
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
it’s alright, it’s okay
you can lay me down now
in that circle poised for decay
or maybe tomorrow
or maybe back then
hell knows when
it’ll always be too soon
to attend such sadness but
it’s alright & it’s okay anyway
i need only as long as i get
& maybe moments more
for my life to matter
for to fill it with you
& the scenes we’ll ne’er keep
when our play is done
it’ll always be too soon
for such sadness to mend but
it’s alright to live & die anyway
you pay your debts with pain
then seek a new currency
& nurse that barb wire heart
but ask what joy would do
even when i’m gone
see, it’s alright, it’s okay
it’ll always be too soon
to pen such sadness but
it’s alright & got a poem anyway
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
a girl and a dog sing under my window
the minor falls, the major lifts
and all my disquietude drifts
off to one side and out the door
the sky full of stars and the moon so blue
moths take a fancy to my table lamp
my cheeks recovered from their former damp
and the thought in my head that boys don’t cry
i look at the pile of crumpled sheets
the last blank page in my shabby sketchbook
the promise of less is all it took
to end at the start and cry some more
so i draw the girl and her funny dog
the stars and the moon, moths and the lamp
and this seat of emotions will subtly shift
to slough off the shadows when morning comes
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023
white foam and grey ash
on the brim of my tumbler
a plated mushroom head
with poppy seeded tundra
radioactive pine nuts
scattered over snack dish
an off-white triangle
its perforations kissed
lo, i drink to the health
of whomever killed him
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023