i ring their bell ends
it’s what i was made for
nothing in my head but head
making a dull sound
making the right sound
since when did we become so familiar?
i’m just an udder with dicks
expressing the milk of human kindness
but to them it’s only wankery
making a dull sound
making the wrong sound
since when did i earn such contempt?
by TONY SINGLE
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i’m sorry i shouted at you
i had no right (you told me darkly)
i sailed my disgrace through the reef of shame
but hadn’t we kissed at the blushing jetty?
was that just another tidal skeeting?
another day with nothing inside
yet hope still dabbed behind each ear
i’ve seen mermaids depart for other shores before
speaking wakes of dismantled devotion
i hope we prove to be the exception
once more in our summer of discontent
again we list sadly into fall apart
to become a sail’s wintry afterthought
but didn’t our lungs evolve for screaming
for when choppy waters beset us?
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2021
help [me] overcome
\\myself//
reach }}inside{{
pull me
_out_
let me ~run~ my fingers
down. your. throat.
I want to
________f
_________a
__________ll
into the **magic** of
your •eyes•
while I +ride+ you
into |o|b|l|i|v|i|o|n|
by TARA CARIBOU
© All rights reserved 2017-2020
shadows played out on the wall of days
sand hissed from the dead giant’s ear
i did its mind like a line of cocaine
(blood of the polterchrist compelled me)
then a unicorn defied what we thought we knew
wrecked itself on all we’d formerly eschewed
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020
you wore these
and now i too
to feel close to you
when i open up my lungs
it’s you i’m breathing for
a pranayama for two
by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019
unbolt me 