Treasure Island

Luca Menin


The Astronaut


Up and down rhythmically grins
The fluid sky, crushed the exhausted land
Standing in a miscarry rubble of dust
Above the fountain of time

Immaculate astronaut, floating stars
Pathetic like amnesia like an insect nausea
in a projected movies of acid harassment
Swimming in the universe inside my head.

In the distant silence desperation, my eyes mummified
Out there counter current swimming
In regions of celestial illusion
Primitive electric hills dispersed in the multitude.

Quiet in the vacuum of the space
Beneath the garden of jasmine eyes
Sipping from shells of water
The astronaut stray at the edge of the infinite

Submitted: Monday, December 23, 2013
Edited: Monday, December 23, 2013

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