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Renato N. Mascardo, 28 july 2023
Stemming the Flow
nullity
under
the bridge thoughts flow
what should have been held back
to coalesce slide through open
sluice gates
over
the dam down to
splashes of lochan each
spit unconnected each
thought lost
fragments
floundering in
muddied marsh the graveyard
of recalls of water under
the bridge
look at
me my love you
go to leave me helpless
here unable to change places
with you
stay with
me longer love
slow the waters flowing
off my love for nothing compares
2 U//
renato
thursday 27 july 2023
Ref: Prince Nelson (1990): Nothing Compares 2 U. Sang by Sinead Marie Bernadette O’Connor aka Sinead O’Connor aka Magda Davitt aka Shuhada’ Sadaqat (b1966-d2023).
Renato N. Mascardo, 8 march 2023
TO A FRIEND
being my friend at 3am
i can’t
even imagine
please let me try what you
feel right now in this darkest hour
before
the break
of dawn being
so alone so short of
breath half reclined in bed so so
tired but
too tired
to sleep instead
my wheezes keep time with
the wall clock that keeps vigil as
best as
it can
conducting this
cacophony of pain
within and without rising and
falling
my tongue
nails skin eyeballs
nude scalp bowels all clamoring
to be
heard by
an audience
captive and one trying
to sort out and plan what still lies
ahead
too much
to learn way too
many steps that can be
taken detours to hurdle when
will all
this end
initials like
notes chirping around me
her2+ adc dfs pfs
leave me
alone
quiet my heart
the war proceeds recedes
the siege continues but i’m far from
alone
but in
this deep lagoon
of ennui in this the
coal black hour of the night please let
me live
an hour
or two of quiet
desperation so that i can
savor all the more another
new day//
renato
wednesday 8 march 2023
Renato N. Mascardo, 2 march 2023
OF SATELLITES, TRAVELS, & FRIENDS
occasional sputniks
fellow
traveler each
one of us was is and will
be from birth to our last gasp
whether
we choose
to or not the
elisions we build merge
and consume parts of us with
pleasure
and pain
companions in
hurt and healing love and
hate being around even when
ignored
off and
on together
we have become casual
sputniks yet we persist or at
least
one of
us who reaches out
to keep the sputnik flame
burning til our discrete journeys
dissolve//
renato
wednesday 1 mar 2023
Renato N. Mascardo, 5 december 2022
PARAPHRASING ADELE
holding on
life is
a game for fools
you win some you lose much
and you keep coming back daring
for more
losing
your wholeness your
silent partner your health
feels like your lover scudding off
from you
you feel
nothing at first
before the ache begins
to engulf you in a maelstrom
of bile
for your
loss you blame so
many her him it self
in the end you know that life is
a game
steadfast
patient you hold
on to your core for no
body else can hold on as well
but you
after
the loss after
the grief time to fight back
to cherish to enjoy to wait
dauntless
without
funk without joy
without pain without bliss
you don’t have life the ultimate
gamble//
renato
sunday 04 december 2022
Renato N. Mascardo, 18 june 2021
Dumpster Blues
the leavings of a past
the maw
of this monster
remained wide open was
ready to gulp down the morsels
of my
recall
a chipped coffee
stained mug a squeaky chair
an old vcr that almost
always
worked a
half full or half
empty jar of royal
blue quink ink that my thirsty pens
would miss
among
the debris and
treasures that ended down
the gullet of the thirty yard
beast as
brandon
the young dumpster
handler pushed the rear gate
shut with a clang draped its top with
a net
trapping
all inside for their
final journey to the
the gehenna of things in the
belly
of the metal
behemoth leaving me
with my memories behind and
forlorn//
renato
friday 18 june 2021
Renato N. Mascardo, 15 april 2021
unreeling a tangled skein
may old acquaintance be forgot – or not
you
strike the match tip – suddenly
the hiss
the flash
the whiff
the splendor
captivates – like
remembrances of a love
long gone – until
the flame and now
reach and sear
you//
renato
wednesday 14 april 2021
Renato N. Mascardo, 25 january 2021
if love were a multiple-choice exam
tell me how you prefer this love
like a deep well where light cannot penetrate
where darkness with secrets becomes the norm
like a rivulet rushing down a slope
just to die a rueful death on the dry flat ground below
like an armchair ride that goes nowhere
a stationary rocker lulling you to sleep
tell me how you prefer this love
before you leap across the precipice edge
the instant when there is no return
before you fall head on and free hearted
through a cloud of unknowing
into the maelstrom that is love//
renato
sunday 24 january 2021
Renato N. Mascardo, 21 january 2021
awakening
january 20
hope in hibernal
unrepose finally stirred
from its nightmareland
of carnage and frenzied rapture
of trumpery waking up
to a new day at noon//
renato
20 january 2021
Renato N. Mascardo, 19 january 2021
each little loss
with each little loss
not a portent of total ruin
or a herald of perdition
each minor separation
a note kept in the inbox
too long a reply idling
in the draft box a friendship
going slowly to seed
slow slow
tau proteins accrete
united they stick they
entangle fibrils in the brain
letting go the recollection
of a face perhaps
the remembrance of a smile
slow slow
no need
no urgent need to haste
to bridge the breach so tiny
when you still can hear
the sound of her laugh
savor her humor
marvel at her wit
no need
no urgent need
each day
becomes an inertia
sluggishly entangling grows
a memory peels off
seeds your garden of remembrance
leaving confusion behind
still there is tomorrow
no need to hurry
with each little loss//
renato
monday 18 january 2021 (mlkjr day)
Renato N. Mascardo, 9 january 2021
falling leaves
forty eight
the years since
we parted
you went your way
so did i
between then and
now
things and nothings
happened
and did not
leaves lucent and dark
have touched
our heads and hearts
we’ve seen the glitter
of lights so brief
we’ve felt the touch
of shadows so long
laughs and sobs
our ears have hearkened
our tears have washed
yet we are
you and i
after forty eight
still here//
renato
friday 8 january 2021
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22 november 2024
Jaga
U mnie dopiero dzisiejszy poranek pod śniegiem
22 november 2024
jeśli tylko
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