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Old cotton

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“We all imagined his hesitant, stammering manner
Merely concealed his heart’s strong core,
But he had his misery, his hesitant stammering manner
And nothing more”
– Mary Megan Scorato’s poem for Dr. White
Mount Misery by Samuel Shem

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Old cotton in my coat just married with new leather
I wonder if eleven years will bring at least another seven
and if I pray to Jesus and the saints and Holy Mary
my heart may come to life and fall in love with Jenny…

The coat I bought in Central Store I never sewed a patch
it’s like that constant feeling you have known but rarely had,
I did not see at first nor did I really want, it got imposed
but soon I fell for good, so down that no one understood…

Old cotton tainted brown it lived and traveled all around
the stories bound to tell are more than I could spell
had I for each a nickel my words would touch not tickle
and the image that it sells makes the good girls slowly melt…

Cotton coat with dark-brown leather suites me like a feather
like the letters that I wrote when bouncing off the heavens
and the late night promises while holding hands together
it turns me into a gentleman, a fellow with good manners…

But when I put on my leather coat everything turns dark
in the cotton dreams that follow I’m a giant built from sparks
I crush and burn and love the thousand miles of road ahead
and nothing’s going to stop me from blowing up your bed…

The Wake Up

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What have you done?
Where are you now?

It’s not a first,
you didn’t learn a thing –
and now you start to pray
to angels in the skies and all the ones beyond,
wash away my fear
let me hurt them all
my true words be spilling all feelings that’ve gone wrong,
even if I stay alone
and my poetry may never find a home,
in the deepest dark
let me find a path to light…

What have I done?
Where are we now?

A cruel thing did happen
along with deeds I’ve done
the pastor tried to save me
but all I were was scribbles on the wall,
speak to summon me
and hold on to the shapes I drew on you,
dancing on the silence
a tribute for the wild,
I’m more awake in dreaming
mornings bring the night,
for a falling star I witnessed wished upon my heart…

The Great Fall

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Give me back my summer
and the train trips to the north,
all the walks we took from may to autumn
the hours that we called,
kissed my lips in late October
dancing late on uphill flowers blue,
watching sunsets in the distance
and the purple star of me and you….

All the songs we shared that winter
had a note of missing you,
eased with me in evening snowing
in a room with dreams above,
yellow flowers in the cold rain
we drank red tea after hours,
and the day we left for wonders
I have loved you more the same…

Wif

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What if,
what if my words are coming out,
to summon monsters from a child
if each of roads I take splits after a while
and no book wants to stay forever on the bookshelf that I choose?

Let me share the starry mornings after blacking out the night
having coffee in the garden on a swing under the grapes,
love builds pouring wine onto your lower lips
and in confession kneeling to the priest,
darling, don’t forget to kiss….

Do not sip, open up and have this drink
we’ll be crying playing bands from ’96,
all I cared for leave in Tromsø hiking daily in the woods
long have rusted our dreams on a German royal bridge
and in days my nights be spilling seeking for a better self…

What if each of steps this stairway asks be taken brings one closer to the Sun
and so my wings are inked in blood and not glued feathers on
for once to taste the ale with Muninn
planted seeds to grow an army;
what if I must write this story with the ashes of the old?

The passage

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I have met her in a dream
where the nights refuse to stay
and I am driving to the mountains left side from the sea,
have a calling for the heights
and got a house to build,
my two arms digging making place for roots to fit –
oaks to grow up in our garden
for our kids to play;
showed your soul through opened rib-cage at occasions
and the bleeding pulled your madness to the surface,
in the battle to exist
you did misspell the road to glory…

I have met myself through life
an old men always feeling younger,
I do not dream but did imagine
all the terrors locked in bottles of their own,
it took some time to learn the lessons
took a lifetime to remember words of wisdom written in the clay,
my second mother left a testament for loving
words were few but burnt in deep,
and did I listen?
I recall the war as I do the taking my goodbyes
hoping that beyond the havens she is very much alive…

I have met my army marching
their feet naked and the hands up in the air,
counting stars when nothing’s left to trust
they slide one after the other in the gutter,
I loved her once, I’ve got a photograph misplaced somewhere
but nothing could have guessed the silence to become,
when the grass turned greener everywhere
while my backyard covered with a yellow scent,
the Doctor wrote me medication
and I fell asleep once more,
dreaming of a calling for redemption,
dreaming of a different world…

Wildflower

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I threw the dice before last night,
in the fortune cookie was a letter asking to be read
and the chariot ran down south,
never got the telegrams she sent so far…

One morning sitting on cold pebbles by the sea
my feet caressed by ferries in the chanting mousse,
I tear down all piece of garment
getting lost into uncharted deepest blue…

Going closer to the bottom is a mirror
looking through is my heart unsettled,
how to love when forgotten where to see the stars
I need a prayer and a lecture from the Psalms!

Alice if there’s really you
there is something that I’d like to ask you to,
tell me what’s your real name –
so by spelling it I’ll find my why…

If You Foreget Me

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Mosaico del poeta chileno by Rodrigo Fernández

by Pablo Neruda

I want you to know
one thing. 

You know how this is: 
if I look 
at the crystal moon, at the red branch 
of the slow autumn at my window, 
if I touch 
near the fire 
the impalpable ash 
or the wrinkled body of the log, 
everything carries me to you, 
as if everything that exists, 
aromas, light, metals, 
were little boats 
that sail 
toward those isles of yours that wait for me. 

Well, now, 
if little by little you stop loving me 
I shall stop loving you little by little. 

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I, the Sun

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I’m a lover, I’m the Sun,
wondering reason and a question in the making
If I’m breathing tell me why
will I love you, will I be the One?
arms unveiled to the skin
when I’m walking do I ever sing?

I am slowly falling,
will you care to hold my hand
the words are all the same…
show me that you care,
steps towards the lightning
write me stories if you dare…

I’m a sinner, rolling in the dark,
feet cold no shoes I am drawing stars,
and the water in your eyes
wash my chest don’t say goodbye
my arms are growing feathers
we are angels nursing prayers in the night…

Rock and Roll (II)

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Rock and roll took my soul
this demon crawled inside and put fire to my bones,
it came hot like bad emotion
pressed hard, turned fast on the highway to the heart,
I find myself completely lost
Oh give me dear God a sharper sense to seize the danger!
drums are everything I hear
while dancing with a stranger the darkness feasts on fear,
where do my notes begin?
black tea once a Tuesday evening ended faster than it should,
I wonder if it really would
for sleeping on the music makes the lyrics fall in place…

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Alice IV

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Hey there Alice, where are you now?
It’s been years since we let our guard down
and the weirdness grew like a garden flower,
oh dearest Alice, I wonder,
if purple stars keep shining
or is it just a thought that I’ve once had
a little sparkle that was only in my head?

Oh Alice, I really hope you are doing great
in that pretty world that used to be so swell,
do you remember the poppies in the fields
upon a cup of coffee in a little lucky town
you flew them home,
and we both got on that plane
but we’ve never gotten back the same…

Hey Alice, what’s your latest favorite song?
could it be a little lion or the western stars,
mind me not for I live just fine
ironically, in the city I disliked,
Alice that I always love and always hurt
were you to see a candle shining in the dark
would you come or would you part?