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by TONY SINGLE & TETIANA ALEKSINA
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eyes in the storm
my favourite gift is a closed one
that moment where nothing is known
that calm before an unwrapping storm
in anticipation of what’s to come
my favourite book is a closed one
that moment where nothing happens
that calm before a reading storm
in anticipation of what’s to come
my favourite lips are closed ones
that moment where nothing is said
that calm before a kissing storm
in anticipation of what’s to come
my favourite heart is an open one
so tell me true, are you ready for war
many shall ride the carousel with me
but few shall choose to stand with me
my favourite casket is a closed one
that moment where nothing remains
that calm after the final storm of
memories of all that’s come & gone
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
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from silence we rose
they say there will be a golden age
when the lion lays down with the lamb
& i say there will be a golden age
when the lamb goes for the lion’s jugular
we cannot sup safely with the fascists
without them exacting their pound of flesh
there’s no more time for demure silence
when they’re raising goblets full of our own blood
when free thinkers are chained to dogma
& women are made the property of man
they’ll poke their noses into every bedroom
declare that our love violates god’s will
we cannot lay down & be fucked like this
we lambs must sharpen our teeth for the fight
stub their gaping throats with righteous ire
with the shepherd’s crook we took back from fools
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
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fearocity
you can’t seriously believe
that the rabble will become tamer
if you let them rattle the bones
paint their faces with bird droppings
and kill one another out of fear
aren’t we all demons in sunlight
perched on the corpses of angels
aren’t we all angels in shadow
presiding over flesh and bone
you can’t seriously believe
that billionaires are ethical
or in their dreams of conquering mars
when the rabble are crushed by mad cars
and clip one another out of fear
aren’t we all demons in sunlight
perched on the corpses of angels
aren’t we all angels in shadow
feasting on feather, flesh and bone
you can’t seriously believe
that they seriously believe
they’re the villains of their stories
in such apocalyptic dreams
fighting high and low out of fear
aren’t we all demons in sunlight
perched on the corpses of angels
aren’t we all angels in shadow
pricking with pitchforks feather and bone
by TETIANA ALEKSINA & TONY SINGLE
© All rights reserved 2024
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desolation
i wish you were here
sunny cheeked & fond embrace
i wish you were whole
happy, loved & full of years
alert to now’s potential
all eyes turn away
scared of soaking up my tears
adding to my years
all souls melt away
scared of adding to their years
my desolation
by TONY SINGLE
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