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indica flower

skitch the match
get inside the blow
& let her know

my pockets be funnels to other lands
as i deep reach to link with the hands
of the better man i wanna be
away from their cruel drudgery
light it up, boyo, light it all up

can you smell the comen rain
can you smell the cherry whip hair
them dreadlocks make above her face
she funky smell, she be moisten turf
tongue in, boyo, drink her up

she skunky munky with the badonk
she fill up my mouth & nostril bonk
she make me loven with dream hands
she taken me to the promise lands
hips quaken into her huffen man

hammer & tongs
get inside the muff
& let her buff

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2026

strawberry cry when you’re happy

the midnight sun returned
as i knew it would
white nights replaced black days
an endless pyjama party

the black dog retreated
my breath hung in the air
pawprints on the window pane
their grief frozen in my smile

day & night gave way to flight
the reach of my mind’s eye
a midday moon winked at me
a ghostly strawberry in the sky

& i often wonder why
tears can flow from a glad heart
like a sweet red nectar
from an overripe berry

the midnight sun returned
the black dog retreated
day & night gave way to flight
& i often wonder why

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2025

the end of everything

the days have buried us
quiet desperation’s creep
they’ve embraced the liturgy
of dubstep supremacy
the old reich is new again

dandelions spinning
we seek the mercy of sleep
zero-sum mentality
is their prime modality
none beyond the reich’s reach

it’s all over your face
silence only we sane can hear
the world’s too gone to scream

one weep away from hell
of the faithful’s making
we could try to break free
or sink into apathy
the reich prevails either way

a slavish love or else
führer gods above us all
the great ‘i am’ collectively
jackboots in perpetuity
embrace the reich on fire

it’s all over your face
silence only the sane can hear
we’re far too gone to scream

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2026

it’s complicated

woman in red
writing in red
of all her grievances
in over her head
‘cos she won’t give head
(well, that’s what he said)

she wants to really
to taste & get feely
but he hates her dearly
(well, that’s what she said)

mayhap neither ought to have wed
they’ve long since shat the marital bed
(well, that’s what the milkman said)

by TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2026

hagakure

the fox with the sword
he never uses his words
like a samurai
he prefers meditation
over a cherry petal

in silence he feels
a longing for the highlands
there’s no other goal
fox life is the only way
darting through the foggy fens

fleet of foot & tail
the gods can barely spot him
or trace his bearing

the fox looks yonder
at thunder on the mountain
the gods are angry
or maybe they are happy
the cherry petal flutters

ascension begins
climbing over nook & rock
fox ‘neath the lit skies
crystal droplets pelting down
the sword’s unblemished blade edge

fleet of foot & tail
the gods can fairly ponder
his vulpine essence

the fox at the peak
sees the gods in their true form
bow to each other
& then they sit side by side
for endless meditation

so he makes his choice
tender the fox lays his sword
down for the last time
soars into the lawless sky
turning into a petal

fleet of foot & tail
the gods can only look on
in silent envy

by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024