Michael Ardizzone Poems
All of your nonsense is sense to me
your truth I'll take for any that can be.
I'll suffocate in the fruit that you bear
and dedicate myself to a strand of your hair.
my strength, it will take all of time to recount,
how your strength do I see as my strength's font
And in this death we two will bonded forever be
because, unlike you, i've lost all of me.
A Collapse Of Conscience
It's a way to live:
(in this space between the stars)
all the falling happens
with opened arms.
and the dead will awaken
to sing in this eternal dark
for only sound will we have
to allay our fears,