"maig" poems
I don’t remember my life in London
anymore
Barcelona -
tagliata da flussi di suoni come boulevard*
Stella is gone away on acid.
I trust her, what else?
Nat is Polish
but I thought she’d be Spanish
And Richard.
Young - and a monkey.
Deepty will marry an Indian engineer.
Wide hips, same problems.
******* Italians in El Born
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 12:38 AM UTC
With the sea
You don't need a friend
anymore
No empty spaces
to fill with noise
The coast
And the white foam
Even for a day
Become your lovers
But the salt makes your skin itch
Sep 26, 2017
Sep 26, 2017 at 12:39 AM UTC