My Lovely Mind
/unhurriedly You walk
not to face the soil
blowing its top
seem a sleep-walker
who lost his sleep
a hairnet abandoned in the sea
nothing but a prophet
stuck in his snowy hermitage
yet you twinkle like an anvil
scrape the wind of your own steps
in small cups of coffee, perhaps
you found the drool of your annoyance
I crumble in stolen time
in my marzipan quicksand
I do decide how to drift
Is it any clear
my lovely mind?
Those dripping flowers are secret agents
gigantic forces praying for our love
to sink its teeth into the aruroal bliss
of our mutual complicity
joy galore
in the sartorial taste of wind
trees are dialoguing with spring
my eyes are rowing fast just to see
if your favorite season of all is still me
You were an oneirocritic
vigilating my oracular sentences
were an onomasticon for love premises
orgiastic scenes for action movies
You paladin of injustice
firewalking towards me
used to fit so marvelously
into the paradigm of my hysteria
while I was dancing on the table
shouting that the moon was nothing but my skirt
But It's true, believe me:
I'm combing my undulating life
to be my charming penumbra
decked with a plethora of hopes
chop,chop, I’m hopping on
By Aldo Quagliotti
From: United Kingdom
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