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a collection of poems

The choice of genuine leather shoes

30/11/2009

 
Heels clicking fired through tunnels
like the bucketful of nails on that roof
the lurking monster pours down,
remind me it's time to let go
surrender to the silence now, forever
leave a mark on this of all days.

Steady uptempo flow of calories
never lost but never bored
just one virtuous outcome of dedication.

They wait, we've all been waiting
though, it must be said, my worry has not waned
as we dwell once more on what must go.


One single push of a button
one drop, one step
a road opens, horizon of promises.

We may have spent our only chance
fired the one shot we had
yet now

sight is bathed in meaning
abandonment is sweet
a dark and warm home

only living skin can give.

Cyberpunk

20/11/2009

 
Sempre più spesso mi sveglio
rinvengo
con dispositivi sul petto
nel letto
cavi che amplificano e registrano
notturne pulsazioni
e pensieri del mattino.
Quando, a breve, cancellerò tutto quello che leggete
per andarmene
non fidatevi di informazioni
che mi sopravviveranno
diffondendo notizie in spazi non miei.

Esse si sono cibate della mia elettricità e adrenalina
rubandomi l'essenza
parvenza d'anima.

Esse avranno la vita, io no.
Se guarderete lo specchio della rete
troverete un simulacro attivo.
Cercate però di sentire il silenzio, il nulla nel vento.

Così sarò veramente nel vostro cuore.

Family trajectory module update

20/11/2009

 
She's on her way back,
I'm coming and going,
She doesn't want to leave,
He can't go alone,
She would like to stay put.
We steady our thoughts for one another in this wind.

It's all we can do.

Infinitely smaller

19/11/2009

 
The groove between a forefinger and thumb
steadies the cue
chalk cements the cracks, unforeseen spaces for unexpected friction patterns to hide.
 
Smaller than raindrops
smaller than dust
smaller than the simplest life-forms
and just as simple
is what I am able to give.
 
Yet this is my all
invaluable treasure
a mark and a seal.
 
The spark that made heaven
a tail-light on this highway
I cherish and carry
A shard of diamond between my eyelashes.

I grandi erbivori

18/11/2009

 
Ho due cervelli:
uno che sente e patisce, l'altro per smistare informazioni.
Il senso che lega questi gangli si assottiglia a mano a mano che perdo l'equilibrio.
Alcuni dicono
che è per motivi di mole
che si estinse il brontosauro...

Biancaneve

18/11/2009

 
Narra
​
L'anno che è stato;
filamenti di verità
inestricabilmente intessuti
di necessarie bugie.

la tavola trabocca
colma cornucopia di
tradizioni caloriche
mai abbandonate.

Come potremmo pensare
di troncare il tenue cordone
che spiega l'odio di genti
lontane nel tempo e lo spazio?

Una cosa ci insegna:
il bacio di un principe guarisce da ogni male di vivere.

Traccia di pino

12/11/2009

 
Credevi caducifogli gli umori emessi
dalla pelle ogni volta che atterri
ogni volta che metti in mano monete
meglio lasciate lanciate sul piattino.
 
Non ti lascia ancora, o forse mai,
l'acre presenza di suolo con dentro il calco
la forma tua.
 
Attraversa quanto vuoi
continenti nel sonno del mattino.
 
La terra dei tuoi non si muove,
e attende, placida.

Steady as a Rock

12/11/2009

 
Partially exhausted thoughts still hissing in the background,
I concentrate on her shoes.
 
Small, pink, soft and never still,
she has grown enough to earn her ghosts.
 
Her hunger for logic unforgiving,
she bites deep - milk teeth can be sharp...
 
She drags me at last from murky sleepiness,
Her tears like a string of pearls.

Wireless

4/11/2009

 
A paper boat
sails stiffly in a pond.
It carries news,
perhaps the weather,
it ferries a stranger's soul
to a meeting in a mirror.
It may be cold,
dark even,
but the sense of truth
is all she needs
to rejoice.

It is strange to think
that bones can heal in this dampness,
that flowers of desire
will remember to grow
on hairless skin.

I drink it in
to watch and listen
is all I ask.
Perhaps, for once,
all I have been asked.

And to listen,
an ear in this blackness,
might help me remember
that first folded page
I treasured back then,

when we talked of the smell of peaches,
and we drank each other's drink
and we waited as I smoked.
Passion kicks in once more

as I go wireless.

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