Michal Lapinski Studio
PICTURE POEMS
jumping the gun multiplied by hate
only the gun is hidden semidetached
under the concrete in the play of those
cause of perdition in forgone conclusions
in forgone conclusions cause of perdition
in the play of those under the concrete
semidetached only the gun is hidden
multiplied by hate jumping the gun
BOOOM !?!
LA BELLA TOSCANA
take me back there
to the land of chianti
of rolling hills and vinyards,
olive groves and donkeys
wrapped in the brown dirty haze
enveloping Val di Chiana
let's find out
if you can still see the trees and houses on the other slope of the valley
or if a dragon that has been born
out of sulfur fumes
and coal dust
lingers on here
becoming
the main tourist attraction
the empty chambers of my heart
are filled with confetti
when blood turns into paper
the heart breaks into tiny bits
in the suspension of silence
you can hear the eerie rustling
those are the masks
of the Venetian carnival
now wrapped in crepe
they get soaked in sorrow
and flow with the swill to the canals
which cannot contain
the suffocating flow
and burst
the enraged spill
carries the coffins out to the sea
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Let’s use a conveyor belt
so the words would be well spelt
they will be easy to read
once their movement
has been freed
when they find this sacred place
even death can then be faced
when you say her proper name
she will turn serene and tame
and the world will always be
free of care and full of glee
but the life will become, though,
miserable and full of woe
CONVEYOR
BELT
another lake the other life
of otherness loved together
moulded by time and blended
in sweet darkness with light
marooned on a trip
in
irrelevant wisdom