Renato N. Mascardo, 26 september 2017
non sequitur
please do
not when we kiss
my lips against your lips
sweet dreams call the act our late night
suction
just 'cause
you're ticklish it
still sucks//
renato
tuesday 26 september 2017
Satish Verma, 26 september 2017
Self-immolation
near a waterfall?
Why did you leave your footwear
on the bank?
A women
turns into a snake.
Would you call
a snake charmer?
Tonight,
the moon was not sighted.
How can I start
my drink of elixir?
Renato N. Mascardo, 25 september 2017
lacrimae rerum
let it
peep between the
lashes of your lid for
the briefest of moments but don't
hold it
back but
let it let it
brim over the edge down
the precipice that is your now
pale cheek
taste it
as it slides through
your trembling parted lips taste
the bitter saltiness of your
deep loss
let it
herald the start
the endless cascade of
grief after the numb denial
has gone
he was
you are
let what you shed
link you//
renato
monday 25 september 2017
Satish Verma, 25 september 2017
Death after:
In a decisive moment,
you abduct a
template.
Of insular world,
to explore
the ethereal beauty
of nothingness.
Melting like a big
chunk of glacier,
watching the civility
of a nude.
You will never
forget me. My alchemy
scatters,
the golden nuggets.
Satish Verma, 24 september 2017
My palm,
collects the dark energy.
Reversing the code, I
am not going for a big crunch!
Who wants to reclaim
the thunder from the spent
cloud? A pristine pure,
hot and wetted moon,
will never decide the fate.
Tonight I am going to drift
intentionally towards the
antigravity. Your eyes are
going to become epicenter
of a quake. A desire had
hundred moons. The galaxy
was vast and deep. The
world was still revolving
around the phallic symbols,
altering the walking pace
of the ruins.
Renato N. Mascardo, 24 september 2017
in names we trust
there's a street in new jersey named after
her you know/ lara looked it up googled
it really/ a pusill piece of unimagined
fact/ keilana drive in wayne new jersey
it's hawaiian for adored one
I wonder what nickname nitoy would
have thought of/ his first apo/ he loved names
ending in oy and ay/ I came to be forever an atoy
he was always nitoy far back as I know/will number one
granddaughter be kay/ short a long y I wonder
it would have been nice if he thought of a pet
name it would have been fun//
renato
sunday 24 september 2017
Renato N. Mascardo, 23 september 2017
love is
between
two hearts love is
like learning to drive there
shall be scrapes dents and near misses
before
now and
along the way
but newness never ends
each find a wonder a skill
to love
the other
more//
renato
saturday 23 september 2017
(based on the movie learning to drive c2014)
Satish Verma, 23 september 2017
Eels apart-
would you like to greet
the squid?
Resurrected,
from the mud
of quotes?
Epic was being
written, for the sake of the
sunken ship.
There was no pretext.
It was a brazen
assault on the delta.
The clash, the skirmish
will never end.
I am going to meet
the needless,
who had refused
to stitch the wounds.
Renato N. Mascardo, 23 september 2017
first twilight
two years
have passed since last
we met the yew leaves dance
with the breeze you found me again
this fall//
renato
friday 22 september 2017
Renato N. Mascardo, 23 september 2017
coywolf
there it
stood longer limbed
than the coyote bitch
that bore it gray furred standing still
alone.
renato
thursday 21 september 2017
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