Shine on, you crazy:
June 28, 2011 § Leave a comment
‘crying and glowing, three months and showing’
which I read as three moths, flying
over the alps, a red beetle nests
the beetle is a dot; we are big dots
we are big, big dots
in laigueglia, the sea extends to me
a mother dreams of ‘dea’
she is married to the wave that carried her mind away
she is a big dot, wrapped in a beach towel
with a picture of a singing barbie on
brushing off the flying moths
landing, the land is wet and green
grey overcoat warms, or should
the sun hath forsaken the dots within
the three moths, flying, lean
down
Italo
June 3, 2011 § Leave a comment
Italo in the sun, his long lights hiding
Italo coloured
boarding the FR101, man speaks to man
Italo in the sun
sleeping
