A yellow moon glowers, Over my homely mansion. A werewolf stalks on the pavement level. Here in the trees are the huge boughs, Of the neighborhood. We dwell, in the night-time, Above the ground, In a complex of closed apartments, Made of wood. The sickening dim light of the streets, Shines up weakly at the…
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la fine dell’amore
He was sworn against divorce, While she had had two marriages already. They were together for only eight years. In his seventh decade he gave her a scooter. She accepted, and rode around on it, Through the mountain roads of Italy, Floral dress, light shoes, Half-dome helmet, no lipstick. Just like in a festival film!…
To Drink
A conversation in a bar. On barstools. An alcoholic. She live at the bar. She lives in a bar. She’s homeless. So she lives upstairs. I came in to steady my nerves. Not that I need it all the time like you said you do. You said you need it every day. I only need…
Memories Etched
I, too, have journeyed to green and envious, Unknown rocks. In cloaks, boots, and with daggers, So that funerals rung out the sound Of those defeated, rumored armies. Far off in dusk we must in a lonesome past… But where have you gone? Wherefore you go? Will you drop out? Or stick in thick…
Out of Sight, Out of Mind
Out of sight on a blue blue night. Out of mind? No, you’re intertwined. Out of sight these feelings I fight, out of mind It’s you I can’t find. Out of sight in the failure of light, out of mind it’s a turning world’s grind. Nadine you’re out of my sight, Nadine, I’m out of…