Motto: "There's a little girl's voice that sings lullabies in my guest room closet but don't mind her; she died years ago. Here's your blanket"
the night squeezes moon juice into my dreams
and I lemon my way through thick syrupy words
going round and round above, in my head
like a dotto train
ding ding ding!!
(Luna-land here, everyone off!!)
fantasies of the weak
begging like potato chips in a bag to be crunched
at least once
in a commercial with a second hand banner and no pride
for better for worse
the club of Christian happiness is now open
patients are granted a place in heaven
dead or alive
the pharmacies are closed
doctors grope their nurses in utility rooms
and paramedics race each other on the motorways
no tires spared
no lives to spare
the morphine of happilyeverafter has cured
all dead men walking
Si aprono i colori del quadro sensitivo
con le luci inebrianti scaldate nel pastello
ed il cuore legge con tono emotivo
in lingua materna la legenda del castello.
Le frecce affilate delle zanne affamate
che si rifflettono nel loro vero specchio
si sente il odore di gocce profumate
e ancora il desiderio di un amore vecchio.
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