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Issue 9         Page 40

Concrete Reasonings

They concrete reasonings too small to count

In lieu there be fanciful swearing to boot,

Calling through effort a residual type,

Bloating through stationary glances in water.

Proffered in mute, spelling out the criminal,

Comforting through speed laconic though there it is,

Cutting the cost of garnished bread, 

Collective fattening at no extra cost,

Dangling like fire at a whistle’s notice,

Watching old promise, on dint of rehearsing again,

This catatonic beauty watches for spite

Bloodied closure the only way to suffice,

Sneaking on corners a seizure worth remembering.

Remembering a place, in the rank dark water

Compensating for a time mercilessly spent,

A burdensome kiss ignites a hard border

Caught between stools and a firewalls glance,

Channeling the sludge away from notice.

Needing an open window, breathing in the cold

Mere tabling goes through its comforts

Dissimilar costume levelling the difference

Outstanding the meat puppet at every last turn.

This gem of perfection, outsourced like that,

Remembering where we are is param ount,

Checking spellings lord over this decision

Dear inspiration follows Monday at a glance

Humbly talking about this latest fame.

Loving where misdirected, the gratuitous effort done,

Burning in all caps a nominative gaze,

Slipping into a persuasion, a concrete size

Cut across traits to render at this fault.

Journey of Fire

Fearing meat with blood still intact

Washed profusely in time to proffer others,

Jealousy dingling out another for censure,

The slammed door recanting at another light.

Spoken through literature a common slight

Intermediate phases clang the unnecessary

Leaving out of turn, watched through derision

Cheerfully working through these paper darts.

Feminist recollections, outspoken from type

The jagged skyline caught still on preparation

For a song’s eye, leering on the job

Catatonic friendship going through perdition.

Life can only hold so much, blowing apart the

Holding by the wall, an entitled scare,

Grappling with prayers on death, a social time

Proffering alcohol into seclusion, a hardy soul.

Knowing when to keep quiet, gone incognito

Watching fun from the outside, stock of sense,

Entertainment calls over catatonic readings,

Pretending these friends can coldly follow.

These rotten speakings gone into a gun-toting expression

Just saying placards hoping against hope

Glass cutting glass, no evidence of a diamond

The online heartbeat gone in a second.

© Rossella BLUE Mocerino: Venice No. 1083

No Creatures Allowed

Swallow the pill, take the bait, garnered to satisfaction,

This barricade converses with the time that’s set,

The imitation of Christ realistic to a fault

Standing alone, the quality never fails to renege

Loved beyond measure a pitfall deciding

The brunette ambition cascades all gone before

Sinking your poison rots your noble stance

The white chain of progress cascading on a bitter pill

Fingering the dustbin of related sin,

The bearded invitation costing much to consider.

Doing something about hardcore, stay where you are,

Cracking the hurt code through common decency

Appropriating inspiration furthered before time

Changing weather an excuse to depart

Common sense guilt feeling its own way home.

Appropriating a home life an occupation unscathed

Standing apart for protection, unnerved

Chanting psychosis like today never existed

Holding nefarious hands like another joke

Knowing more than let on, a check on sobriety.

Saying nothing till the tide abates, gone cold

Kissing an oblivious gesture lost on some,

Burning discrimination on likewise traits

Discounted affairs thundered like damnation

Meaner feats calculated, the consummate con job.

The Undescended

Caught before time, trying to escape

The dirty manicure slipped on another realm,

Crying for her puppies, just being washed,

The creased runners walking in stringent time.

The parallel lighting chimes the nutritious glory,

The saints knowing where to get off, have fun

Grappling with tight change, excellent security

Parachuted into a perfect din, over our heads.

The paper football hides it’s time, dyed black

Returning to its shelf the whimpered farce,

Interrupted by beauty in an alchemist’s glare

Graphing thoroughfares, roads never taken.

Chomping through runcible flowers, overbearing,

Finally good at school, criminal pitfallings

Knocked through shape, own good presiding

Insurrecting obvious faults, tightened screw.

Complexity a virtue, more excuse for the prize,

Shooting the godlike in a tumultuous gaze,

Plotting weekends, no experience required

Angry escapes never return from this.

Serial paintings needing the stiffened drink,

Protection from this existence, blowing hard

The unnecessary volunteer rides away

Not an imported label to carry out besides.

Sweet Dogs

Getting zero in the most minor of tests

Signposted latest sayings call for perfection

Rhyming and stealing, sudden vacancy

Perfection of form, an intelligent comeback

Slipping disks a practice not gone before.

Rewarded through stasis, a coldened coffee,

Ploughing through time a burdened slight,

Overpriced announcements stuck on mute

This fashionable skin outshines the performative.

Turgid repetition, bracing for the impossible

Going through the immobile into another void,

Cursed into a sleeping bundle, escaping the streets

Suggested into further credit, practiced sweetly

Knowing something is wrong a generous aside.

Death through another loan, excellent reprise,

Caught unto death in the children’s hour,

Liking what’s on offer, the uncanny switch

Begging for preferment, travelling with a heart.

Waiting for payment, the intransigent model,

Raw genius gone uphill, inspired by demons

Hard practice through sorrowed mistakes

The weeping wound landscaped into a close,

Visiting out of turn, returning to a Godhead.

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