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RENATA

RENATA, 8 may 2020

błyski

chcę cię znależć
wstaję idę patrzę
bezustannie

twoja twarz błąka się
gdzieś pomiędzy uliczkami
nie zdążam za uciekaniem

koszmary wspomnień krążą
słodko gorzkie poczucie winy
uparcie z psim węchem pokazuję
zdjęcie przypadkowym przechodniom

parzy schowany gdzieś głęboko
list pożegnalny utonęłaś bo chciałaś
a ja nie wierzę jedyne na co było
mnie stać to zanurzać się w wannie
długo i głęboko jak ty w rwącym nurcie rzeki

ścieżki wyobrazni
niczym drut kolczasty
oczy usta zęby głos
kimkolwiek jesteś
nie uciekaj córeczko
znów znajdę cię


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RENATA

RENATA, 8 may 2020

ANTYDEPRESANTY

problem poważny
na czas kwarantanny
to nie dziki zachód
dopóki mamy dochód

a ty ciesz się ciesz seksem
z partnerem podziel się powietrzem
atrakcje erotyczne w walce ze stresem
będą dla naszych depresji różową pastylką

intymnie włochate myśli przy mnie
bez przymusu wtulać się razem w pierzynę
rozmawiać o udkach skrzydełkach i piersiach
bez maseczki przy pocałunkach bez wysiłku w bezsensie


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 8 may 2020

With Invocation

I will call you
in a moon night-through
a fragile letter,
for extracting the end of beginning
to do a Houdini
to escape from the straitjacket
of your own commitment.

Decades on-
the house still carries the smudges
on the walls, where you
wrote dreams in vermilion
and later on singed yourself out-
to become disfigured.

For whom you laid seige,
your silence, becoming a song? A sculpted mutiny to
collect the thin bones asking
the moon to send more light.
Timeless a death waits in the shadows
for a fat answer.
I will spread the salt.


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Renato N. Mascardo

Renato N. Mascardo, 8 may 2020

remembering the missing & missing the remembered

and then there were five
and a half

those were
the days when life
was now and tomorrow
had nothing to do with the past
we were

we thought
forever the
gang of eight and a half
Jess and Jun Ray and Roy Cris and
Chito

Rudy
and Edgar with
Bobby the great one half
we all had high hopes for life was
so good

Rudy
was first to go
with a burst vessel in
his brain while asleep leaving just
seven

and a
half of the gang
next went Roy felled slowly
by a virus he denied he
had to

very
end followed now
by Edgar the kind who
was taken by Azrael the
crowned one

too soon
too soon they have
left and gone leaving five
and a half of us to wonder
who’s next//

renato
wednesday 6 may 2020


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steve

steve, 8 may 2020

"Great Divide"

Do you know how hard it is for me.. to lay it on the line...
To look you in the eyes and know... the only feeling's "mine",
To tell you what I feel for you.. and what I dream about...
To risk it all.. for the truth.. and let there be no doubt,
Did you know that every time you pass... I can't look away...
As the world around me disappears... when you look at me that way,
Did you know that I would walk through fire.. just to stand with you...
Knowing you don't care at all... but in my heart .. I Do,
Your eyes are like blue diamonds... even stars can not compare...
And I'd walk a thousand miles more... if I knew that you'd be there,
All of this for just one chance... to feel you by my side...
To take your hand and look at you... to cross the great divide,
On my knees and through my tears... if it's what I had to do...
I'd give my life without regret... and I'd do it all for you.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 7 may 2020

Whom To Believe

It sets me off
when you bring up
afterlife.

With upturned
snout, the asp, enters
the hole.

Emptiness
fills the gaps. Somewhere
words join. Become a sentence.


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 6 may 2020

Tumbling Over

Standing in the centre of a circle,
trying to reach the periphery.
Was it a mistake―
to exhume the entombed
injury?

The bloody withdrawl
takes you back to brown
earth from the red sea.
How would you receive,
that you don't receive?

Your eyeslids flutter.
Sun will ask you for
shutting the eyes. The
glass breaks in your
globes.

Fibrosis cracks. You are
moving faster now in black rain.


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steve

steve, 6 may 2020

"Out Of Time"

I heard a familiar voice today... I turned and it was you...
And all the strength I thought I had... was something I construed,
I almost fell down on my knees... as I silently cried your name...
But I had to keep my tears inside... because you don't feel the same,
We laughed and talked and all the while... the tears were pouring down...
And I cried a river of tears for you... but I wished that I had drowned,
Life is cold and hard... when you're living it alone...
When there's no one in your life to love... it can turn your heart to stone,
Everything I feel for you... I keep locked up inside...
Because I can't ask you once again... to cross that great divide,
I felt my knees begin to shake... if you only knew,
It takes my breath away every time... to get that close to you...
I just want to share with you... what only two can share...
And fill my heart with memories... instead of lost despair.
To lay down close beside you... to feel your skin touch mine...
To let my heart love again... before I'm "out of time,"


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 5 may 2020

Asking For Sovereignty

It was a cloudburst-
from your saddened eyes.
I want you to hurt me.

Like blood fingers writing
a name in sky-of
a towering fault.The sin
0f unabandoning a hymn.

The breach will swallow
the lamb.I would not know
of the Aquila, how
big were its wings.

Burn me in your eyes.
O goddess, why you always

look like a fireball?

O liberty, what was the color
of your torn gown? The aconites and anemones
have beautiful buttercups.
How would you drink the lethal dose?


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Satish Verma

Satish Verma, 4 may 2020

Wild Thoughts

It was syntax
killing a kiss.
You play with a button.

You press a rose,
between the lips,
in black and white.

A nerve quivers
from head to toe.
Where the stars go when you cry.


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