robbie masso

author of two poetry books / my IG: @robbiemasso / robbiemasso.com

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author of two poetry books / my IG: @robbiemasso / robbiemasso.com

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a normal tuesday

robbie masso

1 min read

he asked for a shot

with his beer

another fight?

i asked him

yeah

he said

last night

he said

what did you do?

i asked

nothing, man

i never do anything

he said

he ordered another shot

and i ordered another beer

so what happened?

i asked

she was just in a mood,

always in a mood

what did you do?

nothing, man

i went to the bar

i came here

and then what?

i asked

he took his shot

and put u...

Poetry

Romance

the sculptors

robbie masso

1 min read

there was an exhibit

from an artist who drew

only with markers

so you could see

each stroke, each lift

and press of the marker

where pressure was applied

and released

and

i looked around

and saw come children

and teenagers

viewing the artwork

with their parents

and their stances

mimicked each other

and their vocal inflection

mimicked each other

and their confidence

mimicked each other

and

just...

Poetry

Will Edit This More

robbie masso

2 min read

I prayed this was one of my smaller mistakes. I knew it wasn’t, but I was working on my pessimism. My wife always talked about my pessimism, as if she was the sun herself, and I the moon counting down the seconds until I could remove her light. I didn’t view it like that, but that didn’t matter. She didn’t know the definition of nihilism. She didn’t read books.

I sat in my car, waiting to feel an...

the sunset

robbie masso

2 min read

- what’s it about the sunset, she said

they sipped their margaritas and brown hair

dug her toes into the sand, then she spoke

- because we don’t know the why?

- it IS like magic, blonde said back

they sipped their margaritas and brown hair

refilled them once emptied, then she spoke

- there isn’t much magic left

- how do we get it back, blonde asked

- we keep drinking

- that is a sad reality, blo...

Poetry

not a good poem

robbie masso

1 min read

i asked for advice

up and down the bar

and every response

had something to do

with my heart

to listen with it

to view with it

to feel with it

to decide with it

and i thought about the thing

the horrible shape

the pumping

the blood inside

like a highway

keeping us going

doing a lot

but still expected

to do more

the hideous heart

so grotesque it had to be

put inside, away from sight

and i thou...

Poetry

it’s a virtue

robbie masso

1 min read

i have never

had a wonderful day

and wanted to

slave over the keyboard

for hours

in a frenzy

feeling pain

come up and down

and in and out

and pure exhaustion

and climax

i have never

had a wonderful day

and had a brain full

of dark ideas

that most people

would be afraid

to put on paper

those ideas

feel the best

to get out

breaking a law

kissing your sister

when peace

when forgivene...

Poetry

out of pto

robbie masso

1 min read

she asked me

what the Grim Reaper

does in his time off

and i told her

he doesn’t have any

and i told her

that is a good thing

because if he had

a aecind to think

about what he does

he would stop

and nothing would be

worse than that...

Poetry

Humour

really grey

robbie masso

1 min read

a handful of friends

asked me to paint

for them as Christmas gifts

and they asked me

to paint monotone

using the color

of their souls

and when i finished

the five paintings

they were all different

colors

john was red

steve was green

laurie was yellow

tom was blue

chris thought he was purple

but was really grey

and i wondered

what i was...

Poetry

Humour

high above the city

robbie masso

1 min read

“first solo dive, huh?

how are you feeling?”

“absolutely perfect”

he told him

“okay,

you got this”

“i know”

“any questions?”

“no”

“okay, go!”

he jumped

and was floating

high above the city

high above the offices

high above the schools

high above the debts

high above the people

high above the

goddamn people

he would have to

join them again

one way or another

he undid

his parachute

an...

Poetry

Mark’d for death

robbie masso

1 min read

it hit my eyes first

and they started to water

and upon every inhale

it burned my nose, my throat

and we heard another go off

a loud bang

and more filled the room

and i heard my brother

wheezing, choking

the sounds of death

i crawled over to him

trying to avoid

the suffocating gas

and put his head

under my shirt

for protection

i could barely open my eyes

and held back the vomit

as we sat th...

Poetry

Humour