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Hi Buddy

written by: James Marchiori



Hi Buddy,
long time we haven’t chat.
This is not poetry,
you know,
just anger to be.
No verses but thoughts.
I’m writing to you, buddy,
staring at the blanket, stained by crucified lines.
Do you remember what I used to say?
It was something about that day, that is here today.
I begged you and others around the fountain square
to give love an aim; to be your part of the lawless territory.
To be love.
But now that day is finally here.
No time to regret, it’s out of your door on the infected heels.
I knew it was going to happen, buddy,
over and above your pilates, gym and salads.
I knew from the very beginning. You were the one who would live forever.
I told you. Now there’s no more to say.
Faith is a field on the earth,
above the color of the skin and the religious skills.
I’d like to see the power of faith on the harmless,
the poorest, the drunkards, fagots, and the miserable.
I never wanted to be a king or a pope.
I never wanted to see the faith in those who faked it.
I was just being honest.
Do you know what, buddy? Go to sleep, like when we were kids.
One day or another, I will discover, who is throwing us into the bin.
For now, keep in mind to save a prayer for the victims of Covid.
One day or another, we will discover who did this.

James Marchiori

James Marchiori

James Marchiori is an Italian born, Dublin based poet and writer. He wrote his first verses at nine years old, and since then, being part of prestigious cultural organizations, he has been collecting various literary awards across Italy, London, Barcelona, and Prague. He’s also been awarded at the European Parliament in Brussels for one of his poems. At twenty-one years old he published his first book of selected poems and, by his 28th birthday, other two poetry anthologies and short stories were out. His professional career brought him around the world from London to Los Angeles and New York, but he never stopped writing and studying philosophy and literature always taking tons of notes with him, no matter where his job experiences were heading to. His last novel, ‘To My Beloved Heart’ is a tribute to the master, Edgar Allan Poe, his primary source of inspiration, and 2019 will also see his first English collected poems anthology; he’s also currently working on a crime story set in Dublin, Ireland, with fragments of gothic, occult and supernatural elements.
Bohemia incarnate, a soul devoted to Surrealism and Poetry.
James Marchiori

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