in this other side air took other color forms
emphasizing details, scanning asymptotes, like hearts
burning on pristine snow, of winter coming
in october already, even in the sun, in the sun above all, almost
red, like the air that took your form, hiding
walls and faces, of concealed rooms you make insomniac
and abruptly clear away, as you pour them in sealess salt

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Italian version from “Chieti, Scalo”, 2014:

asintoti obliqui

in quest’altra parte l’aria prese altre forme di colore,
insistendo sui dettagli, scandendo asintoti, come cuori
bruciati sulla precocissima neve, dell’inverno che viene
già di ottobre, anche nel sole, soprattutto nel sole, quasi
rosso, come l’aria che ha preso forma di te, celando
volti e pareti, di segrete stanze che componi insonne
e sparecchi di colpo, versandole in un sale senza mari

What’s the difference between
Drowning and drinking, adrift?

Between
floating unmoored
body taught drum leather
through the current’s veins and
slipping beneath the surface’s mouth
The brush of its lips over arms
body taught drum leather
And sinking until sand meets skin.

Swallow a drop, scream a wave
Salt-blind eyes, sealess, starless,
The compass spins in circles
Lost.  

Can you tell me what I’m supposed to see
I can’t make it out
from the periphery
I never could judge the distance
Between you
And me

around and around
the blade-edge of the dark

a sealess white gull?
or a still, silent lark?

a lump down in the throat
sinking up to the knees

lashing out with a lie
yet praying for a please

around and around
at the edge of the dark

a drowning sailor.

or a circling shark.

This shared story of ours
just sang its last verse.
In these last agonizing hours,
saw our love explode in reverse.

Rejected once again,
despair's endless chain.
Fate's allowed continuance,
illusion's promiscuous influence.

Kind time unwinds.
Memories separating.
Bright skies, clouding
Our happiness fading.

In the deepest recesses of my heart, I know,
I wont be able to escape from what follows.
The idea of a happy ending, so far, so hollow,
emptiness is what remains, misery's flow.

Barbed wires around my heart
both keep it safe and forsaken.
reality's trap, it was so smart,
experienced infatuation, so mistaken.

Amidst the rainbow storm inside my soul,
inner bright cacophony that just wont stop.
Destruction of self, my next goal.
one final harvest from hatred's crop.

Let the tar clouds from black skies
rain down on your people parade.
Let the endless sealess cries
remind you of my trust betrayed.

Dreams undo apart.
Hopes rise only to fall.
Illusion, a mastering art.
Delusion, the world in all.

A promising red moon over my head
tells me the story of what lies ahead.
Someone deserving your ill intent,
prays for resolution in time spent.

Did you see me falling in your darkness?
will you ever stop being my enemy?
Should I wait in eternity,
enduring it's cruel harshness?

My heart feels quite numb,
amidst this emotional emergency.
If one thing I know with certainty;
Fairy tales aren't real, I was so dumb.

Embracing my unrelenting demons
my terrors remain unclaimed.
Cannot find a logical reason,
to live with the monster, unnamed.

Friends, collateral damage.
Enslaved to the fear within me.
I know we cannot be salvaged,
still, I search for that lost part of me.

The red moonlight stirs
through the trees, so clear.
Only one wish left,
to burn it with fire.
This unholy forest of desire.

Storms settle down over a sunset.
A secret in the night,
against my plight,
a blessing in disguise,
a guardian onset.

Moon tideless
mud ***** at
rubber booted cocklers.

Crackle of *******
crustacean lifted
by ***** slipshod

Raising fractal shells
in practice old as man.

Listless boats loll
sealess, same little
boats, fishers of men
dunkirk.

Migrant birds ebb
and flow from africa,
struggle for land.