Poesia n* ?

In un giorno sbattuto da un triste maestrale

ho asfaltato la vita degli altri

mandato massaggi malsani

coperto silenzi incupiti.

Saperlo avrei declinato 

senza mai svelare l’arcano.

Saperlo avrei masticato

polvere d’oro.

Advertisements

Leave a Reply

Fill in your details below or click an icon to log in:

WordPress.com Logo

You are commenting using your WordPress.com account. Log Out /  Change )

Google+ photo

You are commenting using your Google+ account. Log Out /  Change )

Twitter picture

You are commenting using your Twitter account. Log Out /  Change )

Facebook photo

You are commenting using your Facebook account. Log Out /  Change )

w

Connecting to %s

This site uses Akismet to reduce spam. Learn how your comment data is processed.