Enchantingly nonchalantly unfurling before
blind eyes merely able to gape in awe
ephemeral smithereens of expanding plenum,
the abyssal pervasive womb encompassing all
that exists, was is and will be, nurturing
emptiness with energy for nothingness not
to be. Swirling … CONTINUE READING »
The Unpolitical Correctness of Truth
I was born in a city and time where and when
things were described by their name in the name
of realism and truth, uncoloured nouns of honesty
depicting society as it was fearing nothing
while no one took offence, … CONTINUE READING »
Closing business
Two coffee shops, one left one right, ancient
History of modern Rome, post-war families saving
Ethiopian delights, surviving selling beans rebuilding
The Eternal City, bringing back normality by drugging
Insanity. I knew them both since I was a child, holding… CONTINUE READING »
My train is changing colours
My train is changing colours, turning blue seats red,
green and lilac by sapphire stripes separated still.
Only sparing white walls, and graffiti sliding doors,
marvelled upon entrance my eyes welcomed the gift.
A palpable surprise, for me and all … CONTINUE READING »
A Medicine Labelled Evolution
There is a peculiar little creature hiding,
on a remote terrestrial planet for the most,
concealed in water in the maze, of a galaxy
far away, orbited by Luna and orbiting Sun.
A dynamic part of space I visited long … CONTINUE READING »
Sheltered by toxic air
Fertile precincts of toxic air, colourless
And unstable create, inexistent boundaries
Of oxygen raped, by electrical discharges
Ultraviolet caress. An atom more turns
The unscented scent into a pungent odour,
Pale blue molecules high temperatures detonate
While low ones, solidify … CONTINUE READING »
Remembering Zhuangzi
A vision posing as memory intimates it is not
an artefact of fantasy. Reminiscing sensations
I remember the feel, of wetness burdening
my metamorphosing caterpillar me. Transitioning
within a nurturing chrysalis, suspended on the lower
branch of a tree I … CONTINUE READING »
The reality of a dream
A vision posing as memory intimates
it is not an artefact of fantasy. Reminiscing
sensations, I know my eyes were open as I flew
over endless fields of courteous wildflowers.
[Featured painting: Landscape with Butterflies by Salvador Dalì]… CONTINUE READING »
Virtual strangers
Channels I long refused to explore, suspicious
of authenticity prospects, auspicious contacts,
using the web of a poisonous spider, to comply
with society, posting illusions, tweeting whims.
Social circles to flaunt an image, attempting to say
something unheard, as I, … CONTINUE READING »
Ethereal lover
I look at you often, always have, enticed
and seduced more, than you’ll ever know.
Your sight overwhelmingly sooths me, lifts
my spirits up high, closer to you as I wonder,
where you end and I begin, where you meld… CONTINUE READING »