'Never satiated' (published in Big Red Cat Issue #2)

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Scream if you need to go faster, if that's your desire, say the old adage: the customer is always right, is king, and so survey their subjects with dispassionate eyes, demanding. I order some nibbles and remain at the bar with every fibre, despondently slotting them in like a 10p machine rigged against us, until the bowl is clean. The light dims and kitchen closes so I settle and slip home. Never satiated with another bite, another course; a cigarette with the ash hanging on. Drag this skinny fry through that mayo and swallow whole. I feel like an eclair slammed in a car door, dairy on passenger seat, on headrests, which detach if you were sinking as weapons with which to smash through a window and escape. I keep one to hand now. The rest is articulated elsewhere, not in words but senseless consonants clattering in gibberish. I have no business to settle with you. The conversation ends, and here you are: playing chess as both colours to win.
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"Into the new day" – a hopeful trio

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Three short verses about moving on


Becoming Someone New


Ever wonder

if you should be sad that something is over;

even though something new,


and more exciting,

and more challenging,

and more satisfying, can now begin;


so much so, you forget the sadness of the end?

What often goes unrealised,

is that an end is its own beginning;


and a beginning is the end

of another person you shouldn't mourn

but forever remember and appreciate


for everything that they taught you,

and the profound brilliance

of having had them in your life.


— Giuliano Piacentini © 2022


On the Pier


Sit on the edge of the pier

as the tide goes swaying by.

Follow a wave until you can no longer see

the sweeping tendril of its crest.

Shut your eyes, and isolate

the foghorn of a distant ferry.

Watch the families splashing about

in the wet sand, down on the bay.

Raise an abstract conch to your head,

and hear another ocean.

Turn and wipe away a salty tear

which you don't remember weeping.

Stare down at your moistened fingertips

and forget why.

Drop the tear into the thrashing tide

and lose it among the froth.

Raise yourself to your feet

and walk away, without looking back.


— Giuliano Piacentini © 2022


In Pursuit of Strength


Though crestfallen,

emerge hopefully into the new day.

Bundle yourself into robust form

and breathe the dawn.

Be kind, and self-deprecating

and strong among yourself.

In no uncertain moment shall you feel

weak or abandoned or exploited

by those who believe to know and deserve

more than you. They are gloriously mistaken.

Your spirit is mighty, emboldened,

and your mind is greater still;

undeterred by insult as distraction.

You are everything you survey and admire,

and with a burnished soul,

you shall conquer all.


— Giuliano Piacentini © 2022

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