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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
(...)

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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
(...)

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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
(...)

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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
(...)

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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
(...)

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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

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

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

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
(...)

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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
(...)

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partying in pestilence

at the next reunion

(for jh bacaling)

at the next reunion
when and where ever such
will be/ shall we claret and
champagne with panache
with abandon at the rave

or shall we be deliberate
at the next reunion
quaffing corona the lager
not the bug to such a precogitated
state of divine tipsiness

that we labialize vowels
gutturize sibilants all with a grin
at the next reunion
while we confabulate shared yesterdays
inebriated tonights hungover tomorrows

so we wait for the fete to come
(...)

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