he ran to catch his dreams.
seafront promenades;
dead volcanoes;
abandoned railway tunnels.
and though his dreams stayed always
a step beyond him
the sun
the rain
the wind
and the snow
took him safely
to another world
Poetry?
The river Anxia
The river Anxia overflowed in my head
in the dark last night
flooding the plains of poppies and sunflowers.
It will drain away, I know.
The earth is well watered.
swimming pool
swimming pool steaming
a first leaf slowly spiral falling
single finger points to heaven
from off the shoulder
from off the shoulder to get off my land
first with a laugh and then with a frown
get away with you you idiot
this is the way that love ends
summer love
sweeter than ice cream
salt as the ocean beyond the horizon
a snap of peperoncino
waking up
waking up the first time we smile at the world
waking up the second the world is now clean
waking up the third time is the end of the world
falling asleep the last time is the dream
heavens opening
clouds slowly gather
dry sand empty fields waiting
heaven delivers
family portrait
every time I count the faces in the family portrait
someone has moved
I almost remember who is dead and who’s there
the quick and the good
the background is foggy
a lake and some trees
a cousin near the centre
on his or my knees
I almost remember who is dead and who’s there
I almost remember I’m dead
f***
I want to f*** in love with you again
just to f*** again what I f*** back then
we could go see a f***
or sit in front of the f***
I could cook you some f***
and go back to the f***
I want to f*** in love with you again
because once is never enough
hurricane
hot wet sweet
stinging tears of joy
a life upside down
on its head
you
hurricane of my heart
simonsalento 