body rhymes

she kisses me for inspiration
but is it meant for me or her
does my nose provoke the muse
to gift more undying love sonnets

but sometimes a nose ain’t enough
you also need an actual brain
but one cannot mack on a brain
which poses quite the dilemma

should i chainsaw open my skull
to give her more direct access
but then i’d lose my brain on a stroll
and that ain’t no good for her or me

so now i wear a dustbin lid
hinged to open over my brain
with my nose still exposed beneath
the opportunities are endless!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024

100 WORD SKITTLE // Pranayama

It’s hard to breathe with your feet. After all, they’re usually pressed to the ground. You can’t run, jump or dangle them all the time. That’s why you can sneeze and choke.

Same with your hands. They’re so eager to roam around and touch everything. But you’re doomed to wash them repeatedly, trying to keep them clean. That’s why you can splutter and suffocate.

Same with your arse. (We’ll trust you with the reasoning on this.)

So, it’s better to pull your nose out of others’ business and use that for breathing instead. Hasn’t it been Nature’s plan all along?

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022

PERFECTION IN ACTION // Snot Block

I sank my teeth into his regal nose.

It had the taste and consistency of the finest Brie. I thought it could pair nicely with a glass of Chardonnay but was too lazy to disengage and drag my carcass to the wine cellar. I’d sooner dangle from his face like an annoying tick with a Napoleon Complex.

I bit down a little more. The sweet and sour taste of compote with white asparagus began to ooze all over my tongue. Was this coming from his nasal cavities? If so, then this royal drop was better than any musty old wine!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022