you wake at night
when first snow has tucked the city in
and neon glow has plucked glam rings
into the supercilious dark
you see outside
something shaggy and stark wants in
presses craggy nose, sharp tightening
unto the chilled window pane
you rush through the door
jump up bare to the porch sans clogs
and december like a debauched dim dog
licks your cheek with frosty tongue
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019
Hey, guys!
We’re usually loathe to pester you with dull promotional patter regarding our Patreon page. But. (Yup, there’s always a ‘but’.) You see, we found out some days ago that there was an international day of gratitude for patrons. Of course, it would be remiss of us to stay quiet about this. We’re grateful for the trust and support of our own special band of patrons. They inspire us to forge ahead with all the silly creative things we want to do! So, yes, a round of applause, if you please. Let’s hear it for them!
PS: And now for a very secret message to our dear patrons. We’re in the throes of resurrecting an old comic strip of Tony’s called ‘Trottersville’, and we’re going over it with a fine-tooth comb. We’re redrawing and repurposing gags so that it’ll be much much better than it ever was.
Also, this strip won’t appear in any open online sources, only on special webcomic platforms. But you, our dear patrons will be able to reach each and every installment in our secret stash of Patreon posts. Exciting, eh?
Oh, and we’re going to be launching some other new and very cool things soon, but let’s keep a bit of intrigue around this for now. Everything at the right time! (Winky wink, nudgitty mcnudge!)
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019
here we go again
peering over the edge of time
vultures dancing in the air
above the slain ones in the grime
we’d trodden with the angels
but then they’d gone and left us behind
absconding on hoverboards
no mortal could keep pace with their kind
“don’t trust the bastards!”
so say we all, “beware them all!”
celestial traffic, superlunary scrawl
stay hungry, stay foolish
all barefoot and tall at the mafficking mall
“we’ll jive! we’ll survive!” so say we all!
so, we raise our hands
in the sign of the devil’s antlers
we hope he’ll give us a lift
us ethereal gallivanters
instead, we get struck down
by the balls of his carronade banter
but we’re used to being ditched
crumpled, we embrace a new mantra
“don’t trust the bastards!”
so say we all, “beware them all!”
celestial traffic, superlunary scrawl
stay hungry, stay foolish
all barefoot and tall at the mafficking mall
“we’ll jive! we’ll survive!” so say we all!
here goes time again
peering over the edge of us
worms lancing through the grime
‘neath the spent casings and arquebus
leaving angels and demons behind
we sink bayonets with gravitas
into the ground, say with resolve
“we’ll abide in this temporal annulus”
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019
Look at him! Chillax Diddy, the gangsta rap penguin, is having a most copacetic time with his entourage of loyal hoes. Lucky dawg!
Hey, bro, you want to impress the hoes too? Put on a tuxedo! Of course, penguins are pretty lucky in this regard. Their skin suit’s their evening wear, and it never shrinks in water.
As for lyrics, just ‘Baby, I’ll sit on eggs for you!’ will get the hoes wet. You might think that sounds disgusting, but not to them. They love a bad boy who’ll also be their big daddy diddy at home. Stone cold diggity!
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2019
they walk around the room cuddling a dead hare
smearing the floor with stale syrupy gold
they cry out loud that awakening is here
exactly as beuys has foretold
i lie on the floor trying not to sleep
but the damned gold flashes before my eyes
here i balance over the greasy steep
falling through the creaky rickety skies
and i see in my dream how a huge dead hare
cuddles me to its soft warm belly
runs its paws over my messy hair
treats me to marmite and orange jelly
the hare whispers of shoes and sealing wax
of shooting stars over the seashore
that a worldview’s a matter of parallax
…i wake up to the sound of a slammed door
by TETIANA ALEKSINA
© All rights reserved 2019
unbolt me 