age of dissent

even the smallest body
laid waste in the smut of war
holds more dignity than you
you titans of craven hatred
titans of grubby fascism

may heavy the hereafter youth
their bones be a blight upon you
& yon god resolutely scorch you
all titans from the befouled earth
then itself from living memory

see the old men declaring war
when they ought to be busy dying
clearing way for the new

fear you the ghosts of our children
& all that they doth represent
may their legacy of bravery
smother all blood of titans
rot you in annals of time forgot

even the smallest body
laid waste in the glut of war
may their bones be a blight upon you
smother you blood of titans
rot you in bowels of time forgot

the strong shall be made weak
& the weak forever strong
clear way for the new

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2025

nukes & lattes

white foam and grey ash
on the brim of my tumbler
a plated mushroom head
with poppy seeded tundra
radioactive pine nuts
scattered over snack dish
an off-white triangle
its perforations kissed
lo, i drink to the health
of whomever killed him

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2023

Tumblevision #18

Wars

Fuck all wars.

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022

the lens effect

i dawdled over the anthill
‘midst the pomp and toil of their empire
and, boy, did they go apeshit!
spilling out like angry fizz from a bottle bomb

just look at their big-assed queen
they dance over the floozy like she’s putinella
swarm, kill, and swarm again!
the final solution visited upon my foot

we didn’t mean for another anti-rashist poem
but it’s been pretty hard to refrain from this
sorry, we’re not sorry, they started it!
and the sooner those ants fry ‘neath the lens of truth…

…then all the better

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022

the vozhd of bedlam

i was an attendant
at a mental hospital
i had my very own key
i’d wear a white coat
i’d carry a clipboard
nick all my pens for free

’twas my solemn duty
to make them hot cocoa
and play the odd dvd
and every so often
give a cleansing clyster
maybe massage a knee

each and every sunday
became known as bath day
i’d drown every nit and flea
but every time they saw me
those violent orderlies
would catch me, take away my key

they’d put me in a straitjacket
and ply me with laxatives
they’d ruin my power spree
they gagged my threats to denazify
with special military ops
i’m putin, don’t fuck with me

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2022