Tag Archives: Poem

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
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TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // Out Of The Morning. by Emily Elizabeth Dickinson

Will there really be a morning?
Is there such a thing as day?
Could I see it from the mountains
If I were as tall as they?

Has it feet like water-lilies?
Has it feathers like a bird?
Is it brought from famous countries
Of which I have never heard?

Oh, some scholar! Oh, some sailor!
Oh, some wise man from the skies!
Please to tell a little pilgrim
Where the place called morning lies!

by EMILY ELIZABETH DICKINSON (1830-1886)
Public Domain Poetry

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
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lungfish

eyes of sand awash in a trench of tears
all i could do was sink & sift & wait
with crosscurrents of ancient memories

deserts flooded without, grain by grain
pupils flooded within, shard by shard
a tessellation of guarded hope

& i saw the turtles all the way down
& i saw the elephants falling asleep
thoughts of the flat disced earth beneath
felt soothing to my feet

i was a vision of tombs & flower voids
of dormant dolls raptured from the womb
of shallows, sunken barrows & undertows

yet above so below, steps & high walls
strewed worlds of cavernous possibility
all this in dim view of my timorous reach

& i saw the turtles all the way down
& i saw the elephants drowse in the deep
thoughts of the flat disced earth beneath
felt soothing to my feet

i breached into this world from deathless waters
& will dissolve in the chasm with time when i’m done
but for now let me take at least one lungful, if not the horizon

the longest voyage begins with the first stroke
then on to scurvied teeth & the bruises of experience
let the steady plash of oars be the sound of our freedom

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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real poets can’t count

is this a haiku
or just another tanka
we’re phoning it in
but no one answers the call
and we’re still unselfaware

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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