Renato N. Mascardo, 2 october 2017
carnage field
the hate
paddocked in your
deranged mind you let loose
dead dying maimed lay on the ground
but why//
renato
monday 2 october 2017
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
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
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)
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
Renato N. Mascardo, 4 april 2017
lauriat
hot tea in our cups
chopsticks click as tales rush forth
together we laugh.
renato
04-01-2017
Renato N. Mascardo, 26 december 2016
sliver
i keep
hearing it the
sliver of an echo
something about your loving me
deeply
it cuts.
renato
monday 26 december 2016
Renato N. Mascardo, 13 october 2016
nuthatch
unlike
the chickadee
and titmouse that peck at
the seeds spread on the garden ground
instead
you choose
to scamper up
and down side to side the
gnarled trunk of the beech tree seeking
in the
many nooks and
pits the seeds that were
left for tiny you and your mate
white breast
grey back
and dark blue wings
are all i see before
you fly with your hoard drunkenly
away//
renato
thursday 13 october 2016
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