they posted some poetry i wrote...
le foglie. (the leaves.)
leaves rustle their petal petticoats
reigning on rainbow high
that damned fickle sickle
a line of cells
one by one adds another finger
on another finger
and their feet go flying flowing falling
laid to rest
a poignant gem
a bead of gold
on my chest
proprio round world.
when this lazy sun refuses to light our day any longer
i am watching the stray fallen on the searocks hidden in a hole
waiting for enlightenment patiently waiting to die
hanging contrario high above the sea the sky sets on chemical fire neon pink
from here i can see how proprio round the world
proprio pink on white sails drift away to the horizon slide up into the sky pass over my outstretched hand singing
spherical onde di sale loosen themselves from beneath the eyes gravity pulls them up over the iris the sky turns to kaleidiscope window pane covered in slow moving salted rain
oil pastel clouds
i can’t focus on the beauty
i only see ship deep
over the shoreline we go eyebrows off the tips of brown hair meters away they are pulled up and away back to the salty sea we return
in this moment i know nothing
but that everything is good
i am waiting for someone to come push me off the edge
here comes the sea breeze
it will catch me as i fall on the way back home
senza titolo. (untitled.)
(i am not writing or speaking the context of this dream because it is simply too horrific to tell you)
he looks me in the eye from under the car and at that moment i suck in a breath, as scuttling and feeble as my half awake brain will allow me to do. i am screaming inhumanly
i am awake in my bedroom.
i listen to the rain outside, feel the fresh air coming in the window and lie tossing still in that fever, that fuoco di pensieri. i cannot shake his words, his deeds.
i realize i am headed to a place where waking up from these dreams is not a possibility.
people do things like this in afrika every day. twisted, fucked up, hannibal lecter on krak kokane fucking frozen dead girls.
i scoff at myself.
(i’m walking into the fire. if i can’t handle a nightmare about it how can i handle when i cant stop the nightmare just by screaming?)
oh but i did handle it. im not falling apart. a scream, a tear or two and shhh.
this is just a practice run. test-go.
wait til you land on the moon to freak out about the aliens with their new instruments of war.