Featuring Mendes Biondo

So goodnight

don't say goodnight to me
don't say it now
because you told me once
that the day really ends 

only with the last goodnight
and today is so gay

I don't want to sleep
that's why I'm continuing talking 

after your goodnight

I want to break this spell
but you are my seer
you are my witch
so I can't stop your magic

so goodnight

 Beauty Can Shine Everywhere In Hell

sliding scales are nothing but fat oil

plastic smell

rusty steel

asses of men and women

going up and down

if you're in the tube

add sweat

trolleys

shoppers

smart phones glued to the hands of people

madness in general

but sliding scales were the only place where

I can french kiss you

without issues

once we got into a fashion shop

I don't remember what they were selling

I suppose you don't remember it too

but your eyes full of desire are

still in my mind

when you suddenly asked me

would you like to go upstairs?

I asked you

why? what's there

kisses and hugs

that's what we found

and the edge of your skin

hidden by a fluffy shirt

I massaged your hips

your nipples getting hard

I wanted to have sex with you everywhere

when we were on that stairway

you told me

few minutes later

so we got home

and we reached our eden

 Oinking At The Moon

some people need a mask
to hide their face
in front of mud
shit
blood
and other human things

they mask themselves
when they write an e-mail
or a poem
or they simply breath 

maybe they want to burp
but they can't do it
without the right mask

I knew a lot of them
from politicians to clerks

they all called me the pork

you have no fear to enjoy life
you pork
you smell of sex wine women
tits and asses
you love eating tasty food
and you don't care of how
we judge your behavior

well it's all true
I love the juice of life
it's short the time I've got to pass here
and there are a lot of good things to do

but 

when I prey
making love to my beloved
she kisses me
she calls the name of many gods
I know something happened
something good and right

this pork broke his ribs
pain is the music of that gospel song
this pork saw the stars
with no masks on his face

stardust on my gaze
cleaned the dirt
gave me wings
and a pearl necklace 

for you

From The Open Window of A Church

the black dress of the priest

ingnites when flower blossomed days come

the white habits of the nuns

feel the spring tickling on their bodies

            so the coloured camisoles 

            so the shorts

            so the stained caps of children

the jubilant cries of the community 

the liturgy of nature 

the misunderstanding of religion

            a cleaning from panic dirty feelings

wondering about life 

through the leaded glass of the old church

suddendly 

it's cold winter

the windows are closed

the frozen air must rest out

the heat should be preserved in

            a church is not an house

            there's not a family in there

            with hearts and bodies always hot

            to warm the rotten walls

the church is a cold place where stands

the holy scent of incense 

where men belive to find

what stands out 

and now is elating

and now is dying

            now it's summer

            now it's winter

out of the windows

nature watches men

with her shining eyes

she stands outside the windows

awaiting for our coming

far from paternoster

far from avemaria

from genuflections

from holy ghosts

from transustanzializations

            offers are well accepted

poperysms and scismas

god and christ and his cross

from sadness that death brings

and joy that birth brings

and marriages

and confessions

and communions

and consecrations

            nature is out there

            with sun and with snow

nature is out from that open window

and there she stands 

for us

 BIO

Mendes Biondo is an Italian poet. His works appeared on Visual Verse, I Am Not A Silent Poet, Literary Yard, Angela Topping Hygge Feature, Indigent A La Carte, Alien Buddha Zine, Rust Belt Press, Horror Sleaze Trash, The BeZine, Scrittura Magazine, The Song Is, Poetry Pasta and other magazines. He is one of the editors of The Ramingo's Porch and PpigpenN. He is the author of "Spaghetti & Meatballs - Poems for Hot Organs" (Pski's Porch Publishing), “Where Hot Rod Rides” (Cajun Mutt Press),and “Young, Cruel and Angry Was The Night” (Holy & Intoxicated Press).