Italy is falling  and I’m riding it upside down

archives \ about / contact \ code / le penne altrui
< previously: day one-- at dusk // following: more ranting against... >
 
January 5th 2007. sitting at the green

sitting at the green
table again, night fallen upon
the falling country
marroquin boy carries away our garbage-- Milan has long spent
its love at 5AM

I am still in chains to the city who says
bury yourself in plane site and do not cry
all the wishes are done with, all loves spent
all clothes are hanging to the wrong wires

heat the steel kettle, pause the droning computer
easy because she also sleeps
di là in this wrong house (her house)

how was Padova? why didn't you come?
quando scopiamo?
I fear for myself --if I see the chains
Yea I cut them hair, Milan said they
were definitely too long.

it was one of the poems // made with , , // visited 717 times // licensed and printable

 
 
 

2 Responses to “sitting at the green” :

Giorgio said

I can never resist to a “quando-scopiamo”.
A more meaninsgful comment maybe will come in another occasion. But, you know, writing in english, better: writing in English about non professional themes, make me feel not exactly myself. (well, and usually I am more accurate in writing in English when I do it for my job)

Chiara said

This is my third time. Now I can taste the poem.

Leave a Reply :

Italy is falling is an italian blog in english language // not entirely irresponsible // it was born on the first of july 2005 // it is based on wordpress // it is ad-free // it resisted 42,861 spamming attempts // template, graphics and content are © italyisfalling.com 2008 according to this creative commons license // all is made with ~love