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Tonight

by Philip Piarrot

You can see it

There in the dark

It doesn’t smile

But you can hear it laughing

Simpering magpie

You may wish to call it

Because it does not speak

Just that slow hissing chuckle

It has been waiting

Waiting for a night like tonight

As your passions flail

Your distractions crest

Your future down the rim of the bowl

They’ve got you dead to rights

The conversation has ended

And the participants flounced with a paranoid cheekiness

It may have been days

It may have been weeks

But it ends tonight

The rest is just the elan of a corpse

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Five Haiku

by Philip Piarrot

1

Laconic Brad Pitt

At the peak of his powers

Brooks no confession

2

Tangible nightmare

Glued to the grotesquerie

I spoon out my eyes

3

Harrowing sublet

Shaggy white carpet piled high

Has its own shark tank

4

Porch swing; in sweet gloam

Shadows play on the sidewalk

Dusk swallows them whole

5

This, my last haiku

Green riverbed, floating limb

Stranded white tom cat

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Crepuscular

by Philip Piarrot

Percy, the endless hours:

the slow burn

seethes

Percy, if I never shared this dance

my life in the dark,

my lorcha would be set for

the edge of the world

assuaging this horror

you spent the nights

lending clear council

and the arm of a friend

my curse you upbraided

smashing through mirrors of foul dark

Percy, the darkness, the cravings

have subsided, I no longer hiss at mice

and other small creatures

you stayed

you nourished me

and now

I want to walk in the sun. Even if it's for the last time.

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Advice

by Philip Piarrot

The aggregate becomes wildly inappropriate

The sedentary nature of the general misgivings

Speaks urbanite vice to all and sundry...

Living and partially broken reeds

Elicit a come-uppance that is hardly fain

They seek but they shall not find...

Overall the luster is recombinant

The glow makes markers complicit with the rest

The statistics ticker onward

One divulges one’s intentions

In an effort wholly subsidiary to the lament

You could trash the eminent data

Close your eyes to the milquetoast buffoonery

That would work for a while

But what then?

When it comes to your door?

Seek not or you shall find

Is the advice one gives

Close your eyes and focus on other things

Slap yourself silly if that’s what it takes

But gird not your sanity with ire

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Today

by Philip Piarrot

This is the last and the first all at once

I’ve come to terms with it so here I am

At the cliff’s edge, resistant to the scam

I have a few days, or maybe its months

Of all the roles in life, I’ve played the dunce

And now I am stuck, can’t go on the lamb

All bundled up in a baby’s blue pram

But storm after storm, I’m feeling the brunts

Can you imagine a way out? Yes, yes!

I could draw a warm bath and slit my wrists

Is the notion of tomorrow so fey?

Curdling milk and a floor that’s a mess

The plot slowly thickens. All of its twists

Shame on tomorrow, becoming today

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Dream

by Philip Piarrot

I had a dream

I dreamt I would be a success story

Surviving the illness

It feels like I have failed

Now I am sitting here...trying to impart wisdom?

It’s foolishness

It seems I would better serve the world

If I just disappeared

I’m sure there are some

Who believe that

And their increase in number

Is why I am here.

I can’t say they’re wrong

Not anymore

I’m missing something

And it’s becoming flagrant

I am subject to many dirty looks

I am...detestable

And I don’t know why

So I don’t know how to fix it

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Compunction

by Philip Piarrot

Pretending this is a labor of love Mercy, forgiveness, and all of the rest

Back against the wall, all is just a test

There is a below as well as above

So I ask you in fairness, “What’s up, guv?”

In hopes that you’ll realize that you’re the best

Have some compassion as things are so messed

Up right now. Hoping you’ll give things a shove

Even though I don’t deserve it at all

Even though I’m late to the prince’s ball

Every single time. Please forgive me

It’s in your jurisdiction, Holy See

I’m giving you this poem, so that you’ll bless

My lack of compunction here in the West

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Howl

by Philip Piarrot

Nothing in this world seems to move the dial

Tired of this plane of existence. Try the next

What I have to say won’t fit in a text

Blathering on just seems to be my style

What I need may be the feminine wile

And not the phenomenon that is ‘sext’

Sure way to engender a gag reflex

I’d trade all that in for one truthful smile

I mustn’t think of throwing in the towel

I mustn’t tell myself that I’m not free

The moon is out, it’s natural to howl

I must admit that there is light to see

Nevermore, if I may quote the raven

With these marks, I’ll build a tender haven