robbie masso
author of two poetry books / my IG: @robbiemasso / robbiemasso.com
robbie masso
author of two poetry books / my IG: @robbiemasso / robbiemasso.com
author of two poetry books / my IG: @robbiemasso / robbiemasso.com
author of two poetry books / my IG: @robbiemasso / robbiemasso.com
“the brighter the white,
the darker the black”
(not with the theme, my cat passed this morning and this is in her honor)
there is nothing
in this life
as evil
as the death of pet
the are the only thing
in this world
that produce unconditional love
love,
that you can have to work
very hard to not receive
love,
that doesn’t judge how much fat
is on your body
that doesn’t ju...
the negative news
never surprises me
about the murders
of wives, mothers, children
about the suicides
of husbands, sons, elderly
about the postal
and their sprees
and their bombs
because i am capable
of the same split-second
self-stabbing as Elliot Smith
and the same split-second
hanging as Bourdain
and what is scary is not
how angry or depressed
i/we can get so quickly
it’s how quickly...
there have been many doors
opened to me
more doors than most
get opened to them
like four promotions
in a year
at my first ever job
then quitting
without notice
like having solo galleries
within six months
of making paintings
and then stopping
painting immediately
like being in a band
that was in talks
with the biggest labels
in the world
and leaving
before the band signed
like getting b...
“i don’t drink”
he said
and ordered a diet coke
“anymore?”
i asked
“ever”
he said
“my three brothers are dead from it
next to my father”
“i never understood
how one person
in a big family
can come out unscathed”
“some call it luck”
he said
“and it might be
but
my father didn’t know
any better
and my brothers
never let their resentment
towards go”
“and you did”
i asked
and ordered another be...
every summer
a group of us
would go to Wildwood
down the shore
full of teenage angst
and MD20/20
and we would practice
on the fake slot machines
and poker machines
honing our skills
for when we finally
were old enough to gamble
on more than tootsie rolls
and stuffed animals
and the first trip
on the mile long walk
to the fake casino
tommy got hit by
bird shit
two times
the next trip
tommy got ...
She wants to know his secret, but he hasn’t decided what it is yet. “Come on,” she said, staring at him, “everyone has a secret!”
“Maybe you should go first,” he stuttered, “you know, so I can think on it longer.”
“Fine, you goody two-shoes. When we were young, like real young, my sister and I would practice kissing on each other.” She recoiled back. “Oh god, is that bad?”
“I think that’s norma...
she picked me up at four am
to make our way down to gettysburg
it was her idea
to try to distract me
from losing the best fuck i’d ever had
my best fuck said i fucked too hard
and was too aggressive
she didn’t like facefucking
or facials
and doggy hurt too much
maybe she wasn’t my best fuck
i’d ever had
but she was the only fuck
i’d ever had
the only fuck i’d ever had
who i wanted to fuck
...
she went to the edge of the dock
at lake champlain
i stayed back
about fifty feet away
and
watched as the wind
blew her blonde hair,
dirty blonde,
into her face
and she put her hood up
from her grey sweatshirt
and i watched her grey sweatshirt
wrinkle back and forth
back and forth
and she stared out at the water
and the wind picked up
more and more
more ...
“i need to confess something.. i did it.
now, can you pass the wine?”
i passed it back to him
and
lit a cigarette
“i figured” i told him
“so just tell me the reason
that you did.”
“it happened so fast…”
“this isn’t a movie.”
“sorry. i know there is
no excuse,
but my innocence was lost
at such a young age
and
I hold that dear.”
“so you took
someone else’s?”
“I think it’s to try
to reclaim...