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Profiled against the sunset Like shadow puppets In line for the morning security check Coffee  Call to action  In a sea of love Soft addictions Move the man offshore Uncharted oil rig Dig dg dig Underground again Fountains Black gold Saturation Clean soul Promising We shouldn’t complain Like when babies pray For something else Or…

Concentrati stupido Si alza o no? La voglia del tuo destino Dorme Come farai a superare Il mio sguardo fisso Su di te Premi quel dannato bottone Allontanati dubbio Lacrime e azioni La porta è chiusa La finestra soffia La stoffa del perdente Un cielo velato Uno spiffero maledetto Si abbassa la guardia Non c’è…

La teoria del colore E le lacune Che erano piene d’altro Vasetti d’inchiostro Abbandonati in cima alla libreria polverosa Quante cose e quanto disordine interno Ed il mio spazio assoluto Colorato di elementi fissi Non crescita dinamica Vuoi perché si vuoi perché no C’est la vie mon Amie O così immaginavo Le proprietà inerti si…

Rising from melancholy Like it was a bed Is incorrect vectoring Needless to say The blues can jump you At whichever crossroad In broad daylight Might it want. How reductive- Rising up…from anything, in fact. Yet literature on literature reinforce the shackles of direction. Pragmatically, You might endure; It’ll pass they say You’ll adjust- Stereotypical…

Boundless love, Shouldn’t boundless love Want us wise, Weatherproof-like? Or windjammers, Sheltering, Wrapped in tech-wear, Holy, Albeit years in the making, Climbers? Like much is to be gained At the feet of solitude Surrounded by the world Fire in the heart- Burning doubt. Yet the residue, Desire’s ashes Spearhead outward inquiry, Bring conquest to life:…

Contusioni emotive Da dove sgorgano incastri Li travisiamo Per fluttuanti dolcezze Nei perenni primordi Del fogliare pigro, Pre primaverile. Il mio respiro formicola Lastricato dalla tua geometria Si schiude in me Come il grano verde acceso Dove passeggiano cervi Senza farsi troppe domande Perché la caccia è chiusa Apriti sesamo, spargiti polline La stanza dei…

When the ice caps melt Then I’ill quit smoking Past the rubble of civilized splendor Quaintly pivotal, a pinch of surrender Sheer willpower Rotting spot Fresh air craves enemies Unveiled carcass So please wait up Chimney sweeper Propeller driven towards coffee break It’s the sad eye of fate At the crosshair Hands up where I…

Playful derangement seems about right Like there is no other community No indigenous fear to telephone home about Milestones, something else. A principled committee Wavers at all but one dismissal By handing you a spark That’ll leave you wilting Like a candle. Saviour to none, Unread, amidst all the pulp Lies the now glacial warning…

Maniacal about flow Much of that stare Stilled The hopelessly grasping neuron Soon flushed by the quiet mechanism Such a perfected symbol Pleasure driven And two stepped by shame. Eternal circuits Minute windows to clarity Like orgasm, A sneeze Chaired and bound Vicious cradling Siamese reincarnation. Death to faith Death to idols and worship Death…

The fleeting nonchalance Of daily commute Accrues to empty threats Certainly no peace For the main artery A machinery ridden Trampled, mangled By reveling elephant monitors In groveling grounds Searching for their punk Equivalent to efficient Plug and play Such a disaster. I wipe storage Cramped for money flow Not smart prone, Wipe history Wipe…