Meth Sambiase Poems
|1.||La Mia Ultima Dea (My Dea At Least)||2/15/2011|
|3.||Yuko Bring Me A Swan||3/13/2011|
|6.||The Form Of The Crust||4/9/2011|
|7.||Tallpeak (By Meth Sambiase E Maura Potì)||5/7/2011|
|9.||The Shiny One||7/29/2011|
|11.||The EvenıNg Of The Change Of Season||8/26/2011|
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The Form Of The Crust
From days they count.
They put on the numbers to skill
strong as the ropes of the hung under the pitchforks,
more in low of the caves of the moles as wreck of gypsy,
the rest of the other.
It is not said that is evening or summer,
that it's this the work in which the boxes hiss
that needs to slow down as the bump to a misunderstood,
no, nothing to be done,
the rhythm is not exact,
there is no tone, there is no contact.
You waits. The applause will arrive
for rummaging the sums of the charity,
that throw him to the rests of the floats turned ...