Mark Antony Rossi of Hostile Disciples, Barren Hometowns, Blood Moons, and Ballgames in Heaven

11th & Hudson

My hometown

Is a page

In the hall

Of history books

It is a room

Reserved

For my hungry

Heart

No tale

I tell

Will bring it

Back again

Amen.

Soul Custodian

If I could

Offer

God humility

I would be

The greatest disciple

But all I have

Is hostility

For a world

Where I must fight

For the most

Basic fairness

I'm not heaven's

Soldier

Nor am I friend

Of hell

Neither is the place

For men

Who make their own way.

Best Intentions

I can't high five
animal lovers
Whom step across
hungry homeless men
To rescue a pit bull

Often animal lovers
Are disappointed
In people
And I appreciate that
But I wish I was worth more

Than a pampered cat.

Gang Way Style

It's hard to live in a world
That doesn't want you
you stay strong
to piss them off
But their anger
is not your joy
And your survival
Is not a victory
You can't belong
Unless you're wanted
Dead or alive.

Night Run

Blood moon

Blinds my eyes
Breaks my thighs
On a low rent
Golf course

Blood oath

Take my Bible
Take my stables
Take the reins

So I can make
The night run
Without another

Blood fever

Boiling the bad
So I can take
The night run

Like a secret lover.

Outside Matthews

Old man Harold
Never wore a coat
And sat on a bus bench
Outside Matthews
Listening to a transistor radio

The ballgame blared
And he knew every player
But pneumonia hit faster
And he was gone
A chosen fan sent

To the bigger game above.

Mark Antony Rossi's poetry, criticism, fiction and photography have appeared in The Antigonish Review, Another Chicago Review, Bareback Magazine, Black Heart Review, Collages & Bricolages,  Enclave, Expound, GloMag, Gravel, Flash Fiction, Japanophile, On The Rusk, Purple Patch, Scrivener Creative Review, Sentiment Literary Journal, The Sacrificial ,Wild Quarterly and Yellow Chair Review.

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