the darwinian awards

carabineer cut down
on this track by a
carbine to the head
a righteous future
totally gone now
or maybe a villain
we will never know

nor do we wish to know
the lessons of history

caterpillar flattened
on this track by a
caterpillar tread
a butterfly future
totally gone now
or maybe a moth
we will never know

nor do we wish to know
the lessons of nature

nuclear family
on this track by a
nuke reduced to atoms
any future
totally gone now
anything at all
we will never know

nor do we wish to know
the lessons of humanity

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024

not for this world

& the hooded skies emptied
o’er another fallen star
it was only love undeclared
it was only consciousness after all

growing up was unavoidable
& i was taught to be unlovely
but not them
they could not have shone brighter
had they been allowed
& a hidden christ could have shown itself

how long had i been walking here
turning white noise into useless words
for all the things that could ne’er be said
for all the eyes i saw that were dead

sleepwalking down paladin lane
where even the hobos had their song
& harmonicas to play it on
just heavenly bodies now
tainted by god’s grey earth
i’d ne’er shine so bright as they
i’d ne’er fall so fine as they

where were you, hidden christ
to save us, misery, one & all
when we found no place at the table
when another epistle went unpenned
when grief was failure to participate
when i lost myself again

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024

GUEST POST // Do Trees Cry? by yassy

Do trees cry when you chop them?
Do trees cry when you cut them down?
Do they feel the pain when the axe falls?
Do they bleed when you put a blade through their bark?
I wonder what happens to their roots?
I wonder how they feel when uprooted?
Do they weep when they are gutted?
Are their screams and cries for help lost in the burning pain
when fires light up their unheard screams
Like an unseen bloodstain

by YASSY
© All rights reserved 2024

the crankypants chronicles

the wind howls
breaks through my windows
during unsocial hours
i’ll goddam sue the wind

what a fucking ruckus
what a fucking mess
glass in my goddam feet
sue you up and down the street

and you, street lantern
don’t wink your light at me
cos i’ll goddam sue you too
as the wind’s accomplice

shady fucking trees
waving so innocently
you too, goddam mongrel
pissing there like i don’t see

and you, crack in pavement
making me jump every day
to step on you’s bad juju
don’t make me superstitious

i hate you, fucking moon
dumbly hanging there
and i’ll goddam sue the air
for clogging up my lungs

i turn my face to the sky
howl like a werewolf
you too, goddam universe
what the hell am i doing here?

and you, fucking neighbour
i’ll goddam sue your baseball bat
and the subpoena in my mailbox
for my howling during unsocial hours

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024

TATI’s & TONY’s DEAD POET TOUR // The Musical Ass by Tomas de Iriarte y Oropesa

The fable which I now present,
Occurred to me by accident:
And whether bad or excellent,
Is merely so by accident.

A stupid ass this morning went
Into a field by accident:
And cropped his food, and was content,
Until he spied by accident
A flute, which some oblivious gent
Had left behind by accident;
When, sniffling it with eager scent,
He breathed on it by accident,
And made the hollow instrument
Emit a sound by accident.
“Hurrah, hurrah!” exclaimed the brute,
“How cleverly I play the flute!”

A fool, in spite of nature’s bent,
May shine for once, by accident.

by TOMAS DE IRIARTE Y OROPESA (1750-1791)
Public Domain Poetry