A certain Rudolf called out:
I have eaten too much.
Whether it’s healthy is very questionable.
After such a greasy lunch
I really feel uncomfortable.
But I belch beautifully and smoke
Cigarettes now and then.
Lying on my heavy belly,
I chirp nothing but songs of spring.
Longingly, as though on a ramp
The voice squeals from the throat.
And like an old lamp
The wind blackens the bitter soul.
by ALFRED LICHTENSTEIN (1889-1914)
Public Domain Poetry
i walked through death’s door
and i kicked the reaper in the nuts
he was quite surprised
and even dropped his scythe
with a pained sigh
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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he calls her ‘art house’
there’s sound and the picture’s clear
but he can’t fathom
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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we are pretty sure
venus doesn’t want a riot
when she spins clockwise
mixing up her left and right
how very like a woman
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
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o demon face
may you reach the end of yourself
so that you will know
you will know that no one had to die
your lies have led to a thousand blooms
set alight in the silence
your crimes have made them feel too much
everything then nothing
the bodies you’ve threshed underfoot
are the seeds you’ve sown of your destruction
their scarlet heads now reach and sway
freedom cries scattered to the wind
and the wind remove all trace of you
hie thee into damnable night
your brutal answers went unquestioned
now circling back to haunt you
o barrel chest
may you reach the end of your hollow self
you know that none had to die
you fucking know
by TONY SINGLE
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unbolt me 