Ben Nardolilli: Status: Failure
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The Depth of My Soul
Smashing the myths of strategic ambiguity, a little bit
Of disquiet that never gets me any credit,
Why isn’t the million earmarked for the year coming to me?
Someone wanted me to be honest, and I am,
They said please, and I did it again, I issued blurbs for friends,
Recommending them for every kind of job out there
The step-by-step systems know me, I know them, treading
Over them many times, where is my trending?
I warned Virginia about its dog scams, tell me I’m a hero
I know my inventions are at least novel, intentions
Mostly good, the soul of my purpose wants to gamify
My successes for others, be they farmers, queens, or clowns
Reviewing my talons, not feeling allegro, laurels await,
When can I get the comic book treatment?
Revolutionary love flows through me, can’t you tell?
Still a Black Moon
rooting around, reaching out in the rain,
the balls of the feet crack
over the scars footsteps make on the dry earth
rolling around a screen, my body becomes a mind,
the mind a pointed circle
sipping sepia, slipping into a parliament of wax
trying to review in butterfly mode,
status: failure, try again, status: failure,
click, click, click then, the opiate of the individuals
About the Author: Ben Nardolilli currently lives in New York City. His work has appeared in Perigee Magazine, Red Fez, Danse Macabre, The 22 Magazine, Quail Bell Magazine, Elimae, The Northampton Review, Local Train Magazine, The Minetta Review, and Yes Poetry. He blogs at mirrorsponge.blogspot.com and is trying to publish his novels.