oh blacksmith blacksmith have you any rule?
yes sire yes sire
hammers love iron cruel

wasteland begetting birth
crushing remnants in preparation
ok, internet

sitting down to unleash against the firm dirigible:
letter to the editor

the reel winds
taking up
letting go
the line out
beneath the waves
somewhere
out there

today you might
tomorrow, may
eventually, must
away
from self
from here
to...

erosion implosion
the tearing down from the inside
the only way to fall

confess your guilty pleasure
salivating for moments
when you can be insane

this message will self-destruct in 5 minutes...
and if it goes to voicemail
who cares

wrong perhaps,
maybe get burned by the sun,
he steps out
in case the world's upside down

growing
glowing
sated
out-put
out-paraded
left for dead
right on time
again

volevo dire
dovevo sperare
pensavo fare tutto bene

i'm tempted to call,
disturb you across time,
plead for my head
in your crazy hands

empty bucket
knowing full well
pouring is for the birds
agapornis in fact

tobacco spoonful
turned
burned
relented in ashen waste
discarded in blackness

provando a sostituirlo,
la mente per la caramella,
the' per te

mile after circle
soft attempts to lose something
the unknown where to
comes crashing

thursday
wednesday
tuesday
pedalling back
not sleeping going forward
just tripping

looking around the room for a knife,
the messiness that had lost it
saved my skin

you predetermine
my fault and lacking,
say so much untrue,
missing me fully

love's fragile
like wrapping paper
or bombs
waiting to be broken
and share their warmth