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night shift charley (an old watchman’s shrift)

why’d i make him climb all that way
up fifty-five flights of goddam stairs
i didn’t need to break my only neck
in pursuit of prey in the month of may

why’d i make him muck in dung and clay
down sixty-six steps of slippy trails
i didn’t have to snap my only coccyx
in pursuit of prey in trial bay

why’d i make him jump into the fray
against seventy-seven blood streaked fists
i didn’t like to choke on my only teeth
in pursuit of prey when he fell that day

just who was that bolter anyway
what had he done that demanded death
i have soiled my only soul
in pursuit of prey i didn’t want for prey

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020

cooks & cocks (1st meal after lent) 18+

she rides cock, baby
it’s huge with big red feathers
gee up! gee up, baby!
a massive crest and sharp of heels

she rubs cock, baby
drags her fingers through its feathers
rasp off! rasp it off, baby!
crop its cocky crest, dull its heels

such a giant in its field
it’s fed its pride in grease
bums up! puckaw! spit roasted!
a glorious coq au vin!

she soaks cock, baby
marinades to taste its feathers
salt up! salt it up, baby!
drink a toast to crest and heels

she eats cock, baby
plucked rude of all its loud feathers
om nom nom! om nom nom, baby!
gnaw it ’round, chew it through

such a giant in its field
it’s fed its pride in grease
bums up! puckaw! spit roasted!
a glorious coq au vin!

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020

quarantine ballad

an orange lays on the table
juicy and fresh
the apple is feeling rotten
much less than blessed
a radio on the wall
forecasts a storm
the tv near the window
declares the day too warm

two ants near my feet
fight for a crumb
a chaffinch takes flight
escapes the mortal thumb
life all around me
is full of small wonders
evolution’s more than
stray, successive blunders

that gives rise to hope
no, i’m not a mistake
forged in the heart of stars
you plus me, we equal awake
even if sometimes
i feel like a rotten apple
i’m an orange soul
warm beneath the leafy dapple

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020

downshifter

hands full of fool’s gold
head full of idiot dreams
heart full of vain hopes
what on earth do i live for…
hello, i am a poet

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2020