Luca Menin


On The Way Home - Poem by Luca Menin

It bled dry the light from the night,
Again, in this shreds pass of strange creatures.
Gateway of home; stations
where you can encounter all species kind.

Long legs, short skirts
backpack, lonely heart,
skimmed jeans, lost dreams.

However, is the drunk man, lost along the line,
apparently straight,
to commit arrogance, abuse of obscene,
they tomorrow remorse.

I'm not much sober,
tiredness drunk me of cocoon vest; I cannot move.
My eyes judge.
The place is crowded, on the empty day,

The light unreal of large pupils, stack midnight,
trough the bridgehead
where fence hold,
the light to be fouled.


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Poem Submitted: Monday, August 13, 2012

Poem Edited: Monday, August 13, 2012


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