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The Last Romantic
I am the last romantic
in the midst of digital chaos,
while love
navigates through algorithms
and bodies
become data
in the vast global network.
I still dream
of handwritten letters,
of the tangible touch
that slips between fingers
on touch screens,
where everything vanishes
with a swipe.
I sing of impossible loves,
in times of liquid loves,
where real encounters
are increasin...
Tuesday 29th October 2024 5:55 am
March 2017 Collage Poem - Internationalism
Blue enchantment, starlight pallette
Nazi visions of underworld clowns
An evening of art, newborns, and profanity
The clown is still king.
The bubbling, squeaking sound rising
Shaking in a frantic situation
Blood swept under a script
I saw the fox and he saw me
Creatives of the underworld
Bleed out onto the page, voice rage
We sit in a kaleidoscopic wom...
Monday 20th March 2017 11:12 pm
GLOBAL WARMING-how long forming?
When the westerly winds and wet came storming
How come they said "It's global warming"?
On high ground in the snow and sleeting
Why so quick with "global heating"?
In January sixteen sixty one
Samuel Pepys (yes, that's the one)
Wrote of dusty lanes and flies
That seemed to fill the winter skies
No peep from Sam why flies were swarming
No word from him of global warming
...Sunday 9th March 2014 3:55 pm
You can't Streep poverty under the carpet... - NaPoWriMo Day 9
A silence fell upon the city,
contorted shadows twisting moonlight.
Stuttering in a speakeasy seemed so misplaced
bottles rattled flickering like Fedora feathers
in an unforgiving wind.
The wretched odour of deprivation
a stench that sticks and degrades ones existence.
Even by day this city remains a lifeless sap
and by night the vampires feast on th...
Tuesday 9th April 2013 4:44 pm
Ottava Riva - NaPoWriMo Day 8
Another attempt at my paternal tongue.
Un altro tentativo di mia lingua paterna.
And though I beam with pride as I'm learning.
E anche se mi fascio con orgoglio, come sto imparando.
I'm aware that translated, the metre is wrong.
Sono consapevole del fatto che tradotto, lo strumento è sbagliato.
But this language pulsates to my yearning.
Ma questo linguaggio pu...
Monday 8th April 2013 11:31 pm
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