12/15/2017 2 Comments Poetry by Rocco MarinelliKyle Brown CC Eat the Fish Came here full of love I came to hate much later Schooled by the best teacher in the world Experienced cracked knuckles until they bled Tasted good I've seen things differently from shadows Blinding light makes colors dance and hurt Bright future dimmed by darkness within Mute words understood for the noise created Caucophany Ssshhh I am the ant True View Hands grasping at memories of things no longer there Arms meant for holding, hang uselessly at the sides Shoulders once held back and proud slump forward, crushed by the weight of the chip A back once wide and strong twisted and broken from years of tolling the bell Legs that carried you up mountains atrophied from the marathon of running away from life The eyes haven't changed Just the view of you Bio: Rocco Marinelli currently resides in the Adirondacks of Upstate, NY. His work has been published by the NY Literary Magazine, Little CAB Press and RumbleFish Press.
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Rob Mason
12/15/2017 04:14:58 pm
Both are interesting. True View made me think of my Dad. Well done.
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Rocco Marinelli
12/16/2017 05:55:27 am
Thanks for reading Rob.
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