Carnal Poetry

The tiger

2011-09-15T06:58:00.002+01:00

Tiger, tiger, burning bright
who in the hell has set you alight?

The bookshop

2011-08-10T12:54:00.003+01:00

Hug me closely, mum,
hug me to your bosom.

I lowered my guard –oh my sweet mummy-
in the round and muffled time
of a large bookshop.
It’s there that I saw –oh mum, what a dismay!-
the sorrow roaming
between metal bookshelves.

A tired-pupiled
unfocused young woman
projected all around
heavy beams of breathlessness.

She carried in her womb a child,
an unwieldy saddlebag.

I immediately understood –oh mum, don’t ask me why-
that that was my child.

I introduced myself to her,
for a long time we talked:
we were looking for the same book.

Then we left together,
empty-handed.

Suspecting that you feel the same. Bologna, 23rd of March 2001

Theory and lack of feasibility

2011-07-26T10:07:00.006+01:00

Swollen
with wet beads of mutism,
tears of din,
life adorns itself.

I can't keep up
with a senses-less mind.

On the way to acceptance. Acquasparta, 1995

Predictability of a dog, the sun and myself

2009-05-03T10:10:00.007+01:00

A kicked dog yelps,
the sun gives way to the moon
and vice versa.
I live
unable to grasp the absence of life
other than as death.

Under the skin is flesh
under the flesh is bone.
In the maximum effort
the deepest and most abstract dream
is just that of finding another dream,
still deeper.

Physiologically defeated
I hope in indescribable heavens
for nameless ideas.

Over there our thoughts
with their chemical bonds
won’t exist.

I long,
in this already muggy dawn,
for infinite-dimensional
vertical horizons.

Gasping for breath in the barrel of Diogenes. Lecce, 12th of June 2003

Bradyplanefly

2009-01-25T17:23:00.006Z

Well-deep anguishes
and joys
like dead flies
motionless on the dark water,
on the veil already numbed
by out of range calm.

And laugher is just a rite
concealing private griefs
and boredoms,
which I often painfully ram.

On the background of a silent universe. Bologna, 7th of December 1996

Tabula rasa

2009-01-11T10:14:00.005Z

Warm, hypnotic creak
of halogen oscillating heater.

As for the rest just silence,
With no omens of interruption.

And void, in and out,
sweeping infinite astral expanses.

No fear:
A new exile begins.

Moving to the unknown. Lecce, 12th of January 2003

In Need of a truce

2009-01-09T21:30:00.005Z

Glares of a barely perceived sun,
tangles of branches
rejections of dialectics
rise from the breathless chest
and burden on the insult
of my thinking of them.

Holistic systems of thought tend to fail. Todi, 18th of May 1996

Grimaces of a German train

2009-01-07T22:43:00.005Z

And just remain
along futurist aisles
the fleshy lips,
the smiling mouths of the seats
alternated,
in accordance to the choreography,
to the smug and arrogant sneers
of certain half-shut ash trays.

From Munich to Berlin, July 1996

Fantastic escape to a dream of harmony

2009-01-06T20:17:00.006Z

Of childhood the timeless plays
let’s renew in this outspread meadow
bright and familiar.

While tender fruits to your lips I offer
a high and bold sun
cheers our joy
which doesn’t know any sunset.

From a fairy you snatched
the loose silk bow
adorning your snow-white back.

A sweet light butterfly
just skims over
my rough chest.

Imaginary turnaround of condition in very rough times, Bologna 2002

Some air

2009-01-04T19:43:00.012Z

Throbbing pain
for the nostrils as well as for the chest
hanging till the spasm
in the black
in the void
from a taut piece
of dark plastic.

Dark is the corner
where the tired eyes loiter
begging the friendlier carpet to save them
from dusty, stifling wicker
in a narrow lightless dining-room.

Your Weltanshaung coincides with your way of breathing, Bologna 5th of May 2000, 1 a. m.