Futurism* tried to purge the past
but such art could not last
Never achieving popularity's seal
or critera of aesthetic appeal
*https://artincontext.org/futurism/#:~:text=Some%20Futurist%20painting%20examples%20include%20Giacomo%20Balla%E2%80%99s%20Street,Gino%20Severini%E2%80%99s%20Souvenirs%20de%20Voyage%20%281911%29%2C%20among%20others.
Categories:
gino, art,
Form: Clerihew
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Categories:
gino, family, poets,
Form: Bio
Baltimore Colts Gino Marchetti started the show.
He opened a chain of restaurants everybody would know.
I remember your slogan from a few decades ago.
It said that your eateries were “the place to go”.
Buildings with a pointed red roof we would all recognize.
Your specialties were fried chicken, burgers, and fries.
In your commercials, there were many celebrities;
we saw Soupy Sales, Muhammad Ali, and Dom DeLuise.
Well, those fast food places are now history.
When the company sold out, they vanished from the vicinity.
Well, times have changed, and the restaurants are back.
The express train is once again running on the track.
In Pennsylvania and Maryland, a few places would appear.
Some more will be springing up next year.
These new spots are better than the ones back then.
It’s good to see your restaurants operating again.
Categories:
gino, business, dedication, food, history,
Form: Rhyme
There once lived a gambler named Dino
who was terribly fond of vino.
Since he’d drink and play bad,
and lose all that he had,
he was loved at every casino.
But drunk as a skunk, that guy Dino
wreaked havoc one evening in Reno.
Now his vices he’s licked
after being drop-kicked
by a mafia guy named Gino.
Written June 18, 2011
For Francine Robert's "Bottle of Wine" Contest
Categories:
gino, funny
Form: Limerick
Sun-faded cardboard photographs
of 1970’s hairstyles
were tacked to
the brown paneled walls.
His counter was cluttered with
the shiny tools of his trade,
a chipped glass bowl
laden with lollypops,
and a jar of combs
in blue liquid.
National Geographic,
Sports Illustrated,
and Life
were spread out
like Chinese fans
on the coffee table.
On the shelf,
above the coat hooks with
forgotten umbrellas
and orphaned scarves,
and smelling faintly of cigarettes
and of mystery,
lay a stack of glossy Playboys.
I was tall enough,
but not brave enough,
and that brass ring
was never grabbed.
I sat in Gino’s cold
metal and pleather chair
and thought about
warm flesh and silky hair.
I pictured a model
on a bearskin rug
in front of a crackling fire,
clutching a champagne flute,
or a long-stemmed rose,
or another pointless prop.
Images cavorted as
Gino’s quick hands
floated around
my teenaged head
and his silver
and snipping scissors
danced the Barber’s Waltz.
Comb, snip, snip
comb, snip, snip.
Puckered red lips
blew kisses and
high heels clicked
through my head
between clouds of talcum
and splashes of hair tonic.
Categories:
gino, anxiety, childhood, hair, life,
Form: Free verse