It’s not
What people
You bring

But the evil
They carry
With them

Which sullies
A leave
Of respite

Dragging
That past
Behind,

Keeping
Their fate
In tow

Wishing
They weren’t
Some victim

Believing
Escape isn’t
Easy

Yet running
Away
Just the same.

– J. Pigno

I’m not even
Going to try
To make this
Poem perfect

But convey
Through failed intention
What sincerity
Lifts my heart

From creation
Raw as need
With expression
Keen on filling

Such holes
Which open daily
When the walls
Begin to break

Where words
Remain unsaid
Between these
Quiet boundaries

And buffers
Plainly painted
So the colors
Speak too soft

Allow these
Empty sounds
To find their
Missing utterance

And connect
Like damaged phrases
Arranged as
Pictures new

With innocence
Torn apart
By imaginations
Golden

Assembled
From that sunshine
Of souls
Each morning wakes

To brilliant
Portraits made
Through bare
And startled fragments

Or verses
Cracked from anger
Sustained
By vivid dreams

Wishing
Early light
Was the source
Of purest feeling

To attain
That burning sliver
Of fantasy
Held within

Ruining
Death we have
By awaiting
Fate tomorrow

Betraying
Honest chances
For life
To last as long.

– J. Pigno

Christ
As he wasted away
Said they know not
What they’re
Doing,

But I always
Found that funny
Cause I see now
This is
Planned –

For sin
Like deliberate death
Is abandon
By these
Choices

And misery
Come forever
Through need
Of insistent
Flesh,

With Earth
Our fallen
Dream
Made from pride
Unsettling

As paradise
Meant to be conquered
At the hands
Of hope
In vain.

– J. Pigno

How sad
To even think
We’d be lost
Without a cellphone

Or tools which light
Our darkness
On this path
Of lonely screens

Reminding us
That flesh
Becomes
Inconsequential

Where warmth
Or whispers dearest
Fade like
Wanting touch

For those who
Need not speak
But type
Their pleasures fleeting

Greedy
For efficience
As if it
Matters most

When words
And stolen faith
Have grown
Beyond distinction

Compared to bleeps
And glitches
Which dictate
Where we stand.

– J. Pigno

I’m just
Not yet ready
To go and solve
This puzzle
For the sake
Of opening pathways
In a game
With myriad doors

Unlatching
Perpetual locks
By pinching
At thinnest needles
Discovering
What lies secret
Behind keyholes
Clinched from fear

Jimmying
Tiny bolts
Which build up
Harsh resistance
As they tell me
Bonds stay permanent
Though I try
And remove their hold

Imposing
Limited access
On truths
I dare to question
Like arrogance
Barring knowledge
From players
Willing to lose

Establishing
Basic rules
Which change
As values lessen
Among winners left
Unnoticed
When their score
Begin its drop

Plummeting
While they wait
For a board
That’s now predicted
As an unfair
Right of passage
Determining
Sudden death

Where decisions
Branch like cracks
Between floorboards
Always shifting
Opening rifts
To nowhere
And swallowing people
Whole

Much how
Life Insists
Parameters
Keep us running
And trapped
Inside this corridor
For points which add
From sin

And chance
To choose our fate
By rooting hard
For goodness
Despite those laws
Indifferent
Or standards
Most provoke

Leaving
Portals blocked
And surrendering
Safest exits
Hoping faith
Can triumph
And conquer
Contests rigged.

– J. Pigno

All I’ll ever be
Is money
And their problem
Though my family
Argues otherwise
Despite
Such wasted
Space

With alms
I sadly take
At the table
Of these burdens
Crossing knives
Intently
While envisioning
How they cut

Letting
Blood redeem
Those debts
Incurred when drinking
Thick charity
As it wobbles
In my hands
So weak from nerves

Fidgeting
Nearly sick
Shaking my leg
Discretely
Above these
Wooden floorboards
Atop this seat
Which bends

On legs
Withstanding weight
Of a thousand
Senseless reasons
Running through
My memory
Where sacrifice
Hurts me more

Accepting
Love resists
That image of
Truest failure
Regardless
Of this feasting
For a cause
They’ve nearly lost –

A future
Worth belief
From prayers
To find my solace
As I pace
Alone toward answers
Too sad
For making sense

Letting words
Destroy
What purpose
Drives these feelings
Proving
Happy endings
Don’t come for
Lazy hearts.

– J. Pigno

We all should
Be so damn
Lucky
To die for the eyes
Of many

Taking
What is not granted
Often
As an exit
Preferred

Passing
While we are seen
In front
Of a world
Held captive

Where crowds
Go begging
That encore
As the ambulance
Hurries away

Like bare
And suggestive
Ends
Surrendering fate
As we challenge

What modesty
Hides
From the public
When tragedy
Falsely assumes

Happiness
Staying intact
Is remaining
Alive
For a reason

Rather
Than suffering
Agony
So the fallacy
Washes away

Clenching our chest
Out of grief
That we leave
Some dreams
Behind us

But excited
To meet such closure
Cause the halo
Waited
Too long

Hating God
For His game
And the ways
He chooses
To punish

Leaving
With crowds
Still cheering
Yet hopeful
Each loser
Wins.

– J. Pigno