Ground Zero by STEFANO DONNO

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

My mercy is at zero level
every hour spent becomes the strategic pride
and if i think there is a limit to everything
i am starting with a lump in my throat
all the joy that breaks shipwrecks
in small bites while the wind blows.

I now take off your shoes from your feet
with no certainty
that the day is finally over
or who has the good fortune for someone like me
gifts and kind words when i want to spend
without needing to consume
bounces or enthusiasm that lead straight to hell