like
the desert sun
i shall
hang myself
on
the afternoon
sky
where
shall i
burn
the petals
of
your cheeks
and wonder
why
despite
such
radiant heat
you
still
fail
to burn
Sunday, April 26, 2009
Wednesday, April 8, 2009
I am the little prince
"I am the little prince"
by paolo macariola
little princes watch trains of skylights
to be reminded of pain
from flowers that grow on barren planets
kept under crystal domes
now i shall be one of such little princes
travelling planets
one yard at a time
these planets
are caught inside the four corners
of my musky room
where wild animals of thought
wander through broad daylight
or shadow
here in the galaxies of my private universe
i shall wonder at simple marvels
such as the growing of petals
from every consonant formed
dropping from song
and just like a little prince
await dreams of crystal domes
pleased by the warmth of my palms
just behind the baobab trees
i have kept in my closet a lifetime ago
by paolo macariola
little princes watch trains of skylights
to be reminded of pain
from flowers that grow on barren planets
kept under crystal domes
now i shall be one of such little princes
travelling planets
one yard at a time
these planets
are caught inside the four corners
of my musky room
where wild animals of thought
wander through broad daylight
or shadow
here in the galaxies of my private universe
i shall wonder at simple marvels
such as the growing of petals
from every consonant formed
dropping from song
and just like a little prince
await dreams of crystal domes
pleased by the warmth of my palms
just behind the baobab trees
i have kept in my closet a lifetime ago
Saturday, April 4, 2009
Spaces
"Spaces"
by paolo macariola
i have come to know spaces
as the unfilling of weights
or sometimes as the simple lack of object
or existence
such spaces exist between stars and planets
continents and stones
by paolo macariola
i have come to know spaces
as the unfilling of weights
or sometimes as the simple lack of object
or existence
such spaces exist between stars and planets
continents and stones
life and breath
my space of breath
is wide only when the space
beside me is full
and now as i struggle to breathe
i find the space besides me
a space still....
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