'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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Regardless, the Sun – a verse

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Regardless, the Sun rose anyway.
First for you, then I, so I kept the day.
Clearly the world would rather
orbit you. Dusk is crimson and wide.
In the roaring daytime, I could not look
directly — but as it lies I do not falter.
Is it being unable to stand
that which is unseen in darkness?
Not that it ceases without my attention.
Beneath or behind or below
I know it burns still, by itself,
on its own, far in the silence,
patient, searing, without oxygen
but not wilting or choking —
there, and on, combusting alone.
What of it? I dress and tie my shoes,
leaving the door unlocked as I go;
looking, fearful, and swinging on posts
as I pass, as the mood takes me.
On a cold, wooden bench facing East;
I see. Regardless, the Sun rose anyway.

— Giuliano Piacentini © 2023



Comments

  1. Anonymous28 January 2023 at 11:17

    Another great effort. Well done Giuliano

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  2. Anonymous12 June 2025 at 08:33

    Lovely. How long did that take you ? John

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    1. Giuliano15 June 2025 at 19:52

      if I remember correctly it was one bittersweet homesick evening in America! Seen as originally written. G :)

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