Alex Liberto

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Flight BA 558

I know how hard it is
being young
...

Tragedy means Song in Greek

That feared event
With just one bird
...

and like the sea
I shall not
find peace
in mercy
...

From the back of a wardrobe
I stumbled
on another man's hunger
which I Pillaged and plundered
...

A man comes up to me
on Richmond bridge
shouting
'you're too up tight mate...
...

We teeter together
on the edge of doom
digging up limbs
dismembered
...

I know how hard
it is
being young
with the body
...

Alex Liberto Biography

Published first book of poetry at the age of 19 ' The Naked Soul' (Union Press-Malta) . Winner of the Leone D'Oro - Premio Salvator Rosa. Born in Malta, brought up and educated in London, England, lives and works in Rome, Italy. Was the Director of Studies at the Berlitz School of Languages in Rome. Is Professor of English and American Literature at the American University of Rome and Professor of English Language and Literature att the Istituto d' Istruzione Superiore Paolo Baffi in Rome.)

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The Violet Hour

the violet hour

The bed is sheathed in body struggling with penumbra jarring love strings I cannot bare to share so I retract like anemone when touched by body afraid of intimacy not god-given but mine borne from whim of wanton I am not sure which part of me and when my mobile stirs to murmur rescue I jump at the call for freedom from burden to share with whomever whatever thwarting the moment I dread which returns like darkness to light once words run dry leaving dearth of weapons to wield with wilting thrust counterfeit lust struggling for submission with devout consummation hardly to be wished so I think of you and search beyond this perfect pageant of hoarding human fuss to find in the oblivion of this night your surreptitious glance torn from the midst of mediocre mass and when I feel your eyes delve I shudder with ripples from pebble thrown into the stillness of urge to sculpt this monolith of words with chisel of breath embroiled within life's revealing masterpiece interred in slab lifting marble dust just dust that clouds and clouds and clouds

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