vince gullaci Poems

I can't disguise
the old fool
hubris is the shutter
to the pointing crowd
...

Is it
illusion
or allusion
I am groping
...

It seems
the old man
was no more
circumspent now
...

Marriage and funerals
guests and mourners
so interchangeable
the banter and levity
...

Torches should be
square or rectangle
where I can
put them down
...

Tick tock
the inexonerable
march
of time
...

I wonder
what it would be like
to swim
in a chocolate
...

The thief of lives
stole my cousin's
breath away
sleep now dear cousin
...

The immutable law
of nightmares
the harder I struggled
to ingratiate myself
...

I warned myself
no more dramas
until I caught
my reflection
...