Disandat Poem by Sergio Savioli

Inspiration came to me surprisingly quickly, in a matter of seconds, in fact. I was standing in the bright sunshine 1626m a.s.l. on the San Bernardino pass at 10: 25 Tuesday 23 December 2014. That's where the Postauto stops briefly. Five minutes to be precise. Did news of Joe Cocker's death and the memory of his 'With a Little Help from My Friends' have anything to do with it? Or was it just those sun rays piercing and lancing my consciousness and letting all that existentialism drain out? Looking at it after it was written I was surprised to find hidden rhymes, stuttered rhythms and reverse words - all quite unconscious or almost.

Understanding what it's all about might be an obstacle, but hey, that's life! We're all trying to understand what it's all about, to make sense of things and find out what we're doing here in our own ways! In fact, that's what the poem's about. It's also got an element of restlessness, disquiet, dissatisfaction. It's a kind of subtler, shyer version of the Stones great song 'Satisfaction'! Has Mick written to congratulate me? Not yet