domenica 17 gennaio 2016

Sturm und Pulp by Stefano Donno


The ground under heavy technical steel
Walk the shining age of dense beauty
in a vacuum of thirty thousand G habits.
I see a spirit
essence of storm
in the beginning of life
prison buried under the mound
my feet
People will kill for road
for no particular reason.
They remain 4 chewing gum
that turn in my mouth
snakes in the bizarre circumferences

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