vince gullaci Poems

Even my dreams
don't dwell
in the future
rooted
...

Tom the alley cat
took out the possum
the Ray-Ban wearing
bicycle riding
...

In a slow motion descent
to the dead
petrified
in Vesuvian sleep
...

The passion
for living
is a phony crown
just another face
...

Bombs that battered
a startled man
to submission
turned a nation
...

If life
is a bubble
buoyant
on the salt
...

A wedding dress
cob webbed
with age
in a box
...

In the cover
of darkness
or full daylight
only the cicada knows
...