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Franco Amati
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the regularness of life

no matter how many fanciful realities I churn out at night, the morning still comes, and the ceiling is ordinary, my limits are ordinary… there is no spaceship parked out back, there is no fairy creature to make this man-child fly… the regularness of life bears down on me and I…

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the regularness of life
the regularness of life
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·1 day ago

i don’t know

the tantalizing tease of a second round appearance — the hopes are flying high again let me go grab my landing shoes for when I meet the ground, so familiar how can we surrender to all the excitement? how do we build ourselves up over and over and manage to…

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i don’t know
i don’t know
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·3 days ago

vesicular

pumice stones, vesicular, scratching at the back of a foot, pitted slab, she said the lady looked rough … she’s a cloistered clam and I don’t know what else to say about it… you can tell when you read something and it’s just sort of about nothing — and you…

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vesicular
vesicular
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·4 days ago

Sunday Dinner with la Famiglia (and Nonno’s Brain)

Sunday dinner with the family was a little different this week. We all sat around a dumpy-ass table in the middle of the nursing home. From where I was sitting, I could see a big bowl of pasta. My younger sister Gina was across from me, and next to her…

Poetry

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Sunday Dinner with la Famiglia (and Nonno’s Brain)
Sunday Dinner with la Famiglia (and Nonno’s Brain)
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·6 days ago

shit-sim for fallen angels

checkerboard pants and snap-button fly — time to relax, and I think you know why… I don’t talk about things that are true or things that have happened I don’t mess too much with reality and I have no patience for hard predictions… I like the could be, the should be…

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shit-sim for fallen angels
shit-sim for fallen angels
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·Jan 25

steal back the theatre

below The Underground? how could something be deeper than that? that’s what they want you to think… they don’t want the tired and soul-drained cogs that keep the city pumping to know that just under their feet is the Mecca of Qualia, where their memories and ideas of all shapes, sizes…

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steal back the theatre
steal back the theatre
Poetry

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·Jan 24

the brilliant things I almost gave you

I had my chance to sing to the stars, but I couldn’t work the microphone… the thieves, they came in, broke down the door and ransacked my entire place but they stole nothing, only stupid shit, like candy bars and bottles of gatorade… my hands were wrapped in cellophane when…

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the brilliant things I almost gave you
the brilliant things I almost gave you
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·Jan 23

at night all mafia mansions look somehow the same

sleet falling and it was a sort of movie goodbye — she forgot her boots + I miss her already… silent wager, and a bad sugar high, mouth so cold and so dry from many spoonfuls of hard lemon ice… there was a blanket so plush, mask and mantle baby…

Poetry

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at night all mafia mansions look somehow the same
at night all mafia mansions look somehow the same
Poetry

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·Jan 19

saints of imperfection

forward, forward, always forward nothing good that’s over can ever count — but somehow the bad that’s over and done still gets held against us good deeds and praise and monumental achievements seem to disappear in time through the conscious eyes of those perceiving the tragic narrative around us… the…

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saints of imperfection
saints of imperfection
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·Jan 16

sopranos, knicks, and other stuff

day off and it’s a sunny winter afternoon, watching the MLK day matinee — Knicks, Raptors, NBA cat’s asleep on the bed, he always curls up in a ball on top of my blanket, smells like me, he likes it, I think… got him a new scratcher — it’s big and…

Poetry

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sopranos, knicks, and other stuff
sopranos, knicks, and other stuff
Poetry

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Franco Amati

Franco Amati

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Speculative fiction writer from New York. Editor of Scuzzbucket. For published work visit francoamatiwrites.com or buy me a coffee at ko-fi.com/francoamati

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