Tuesday, December 11, 2018

take guns away from boys/ and they want more guns

take guns away from boys
and they want more guns
because they are boys

boys love guns

you don't give them guns
they throw rocks and make
stick guns and swords

until they get interested in girls
so until they get there
have the boys play

and tell them to be careful
don't get shot by real guns
just play with fake ones

make sure

what a strange world we live in


Monday, December 10, 2018

things are needed / things abide

things abide

even the stuff
you say is bad


there's a treehouse / with no shortage of excuses

there's a treehouse
with no shortage of excuses
but then it was needed
and you slept in it
as a teenager

it cuts to the bone
i thought we were friends
until you were not
our high principles
no calls back

we shouldn't expect
much from this hard world
our friendship seemed
of those things
that wouldn't be false

the treehouse is gone
so is the house the rest all
mind thinking
curious forever on things
that needn't be solved

a friend is always missed
even a false one or
someone who couldn't

in every ending
a new friend can be found


Sunday, December 09, 2018

Rupe Tarpea

it was the place where traitors were thrown to their death
the greatest disgrace for all to see in the forum

now an airy garden with a straight path where we play chess
and eat cheese from the piazza della consolazione

are you shocked with the idea of what became before
if so how could we enjoy any sunny day in this world of law


Friday, December 07, 2018

she's a roman cat/ fancily fastidious

she's a roman cat
fancily fastidious 
living in the eternal city
therefore divine

striped on her back
white underneath
sunny spot sleeper
mouse killer exceptional

generations of her
from caligula or claudius
everyone admiring her
tail whiskers and face


Thursday, December 06, 2018

Poem no. 63457

the devil goes to church
more often than you

give what you can
gracious and humble


below this innumerable/ trees and fields full

we have nothing to offer
everything to lose

at least in our minds
this supposed poverty

above all this stars
a free wind and big world

below this innumerable
trees and fields full


Wednesday, December 05, 2018

see tomorrow

too much
not enough
not a bean

avid reader
every hungry
often keen

but to own
or to borrow
who can say
see tomorrow


Tuesday, December 04, 2018

home home

home home
cant be home
without home in my heart
without a heart for home
without my heart home