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Luca Menin Poems
Like streamlets of gin, floating the bottom of a bottle The veins flows, intoxicate abstinence's woes, carried like wreckage, drying on the sandy shore.
Waste at the door Drunk of apple core, spiting seeds of the last tree. The hands hold the head,
Puddle of water
A Strange Place
Where it all began? A strange place inside a fortunes sphere. I wake up that morning immaculate, a standing cocoon, upside down Calm and dazzled through rims of energy I crawl
Bury me on the top of the higher hill Under the tree blown by the breeze So that I can rest with the falling leafs Under the sun that comes and goes
The moon pale...
The moon pale and timid In a bad of stars Lie under, The sheet of clouds.
Matching scratches White square patterns, design by print feet. Back and forward & square.
What comes in my mind? A reckless feeling, that I cannot explain. Water rain, grey sky. Outside the door observing eyes.
At the bar
Inebriated sailors. Chatting laughter woman's Worming foggy windows.
Oh mother bosom, holding your child Yours arms, like a nest of warm cuddles. Cast shadows, the heaven cool shade Your words, hungry, fed of sour milk and sore
While the thawing of the mountain are turned into a valley. The soft undulation of the flowing water, shape the terrain & feed the river. Invigorating roots of domain spirit.
Worthless flooded waves. Shoulders sit to await. With sleeping, red cheeks From the linen of golden dreams.
On Friday Night
Drunk, hungry eyes Walking on the alleyways Monstrous mouths, devouring testy meat
I wake up one morning, on a valley immaculate of energy. At the reflected way through the water & lake.
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(4 April 1928 - 28 May 2014)
(March 26, 1874 – January 29, 1963)
(10 December 1830 – 15 May 1886)
(26 April 1564 - 23 April 1616)
(12 July 1904 – 23 September 1973)
(1 February 1902 – 22 May 1967)
Edgar Allan Poe
(19 January 1809 - 7 October 1849)
(31 May 1819 - 26 March 1892)
(31 October 1795 – 23 February 1821)
Like streamlets of gin,
floating the bottom of a bottle
The veins flows, intoxicate abstinence's woes,
carried like wreckage, drying on the sandy shore.
Dark alley, conceal brothel laughs,
of coats and hat's humps.
Snitch by the light arts
Seek by desecrate dark.
Dim by the uncover breasts, of cast angels wings.
Poison lime blossom dreams.
Mute movies, in the new cinema, talk
Pellicles of women sobbing waists,
necked under their concubine vests.
Violet liquors poppies,
Proliferate of distillate opiates
Scroll through blood, like an...