Friday, January 7, 2011

Nembutal, How Is It Made



Delirio

miss, even before

meet,

upset

underwear

deep in swampy hell

of myself,

looking, always

,

swirls

violent.

With the passing of time

,

that soothes the wounds,

indeed

vulgar,

sinks blades, sharpening

regret for the discrepancy

splashing

my face.

Loose

moorings,

silent

slides

horizon

cedendomi

uncertain tomorrow.


Giuseppe Romano 25/12/2010

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