Comments about Tino Covelli
I walk through the upstairs hallway of my own house,
only to see the neighboring house.
Their window is lit.
like a stalker on a cold night.
Nothing is happening,
but, I am watching still.
A listless body comes into sight,
and weirdly, I loose interest.
I slip into bed and wonder,
what was going on meant nothing.
I fall asleep,
Dreaming of what could have happened.