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I am going to bed (4)

June 17, 2018June 15, 2018 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

I am going to bed to feel cool cotton on my back
I am going to bed to fall fast asleep with my nose in a book
I am going to bed to wonder what trend not to follow
I am going to bed to plan out every tomorrow

I am going to bed (3)

June 13, 2018June 9, 2018 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

I am going to bed to collect my thoughts
I am going to bed to smell the pines from this morning’s walk
I am going to bed to shape the pillow to my head
I am going to bed to breathe slowly and sweat

I am going to bed (2)

June 9, 2018June 9, 2018 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

I am going to bed to remember
I am going to bed to forget
I am going to bed to smell the coffee
I am going to bed to gaze at the photo standing next to me

I am going to bed (1)

June 5, 2018June 5, 2018 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

I am going to bed to eat biscuits, drink tea
I am going to bed to read well-translated poetry
I am going to bed to lie with clenched fists
I am going to bed to dream of a kiss

I was possible

May 22, 2018May 21, 2018 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

I was possible before you. I was.
But now, now.

and then again to sleep

May 4, 2018May 21, 2018 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

sleep
sleep
sleep
dream
sleep
sleep
shower
porridge
rainstorm
tea
tea
biscuit
tea perhaps
felafel
work then more
and more work
tea again
then goodbyes
rain so run to the bus stop
kitchen
salad ice cream
TV on the sofa
reading a short story
and then again to sleep

 

25 April

April 25, 2018April 26, 2018 / simonsalento / Leave a comment
On the Day of Saint Mark
I send you blood-splashed red roses
The sun is bright
I am not blindfolded
Through your tears I pray for a tentative smile
In the mountains the people will never forget me

Parker’s Piece

April 18, 2018 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

green grass black shadows
head shoulders contrast outlined
till first clouds appear

your eyes are winter

March 25, 2018 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

your eyes are winter

winter blue in grey

yesterday they seemed the summer

golden sun that shone for me

but now your eyes are winter

Love, don’t ask

March 22, 2018 / simonsalento / Leave a comment

Love.

Don’t ask.

Why?

Why not?

Don’t tell me.

Love is in me.

Yours for me I hope.

Mine for you I know.

I hope.

I know.

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