Posts Tagged ‘Carlo Campanella’

 

 

Ours

 

Pine.

Something like fresh pine.

Not christmas pine.

Summer pine near the summit,

all beholden truth.

Just a hint

just the nape

just the edge of a skirt,

the trembling of a weary knee.

Upward and downward

and upward still,

the laughing dada

in the tiny presence of

each absurd thing.

come cuddle my thoughts

and slob on my nob

and breathe the fire of each minute.

We are alone in each sphere,

the sphere of the earth

the sphere of the soul

the orb of the brain

and the balls of my balls,

Are ours so good as this?

How many erections

do you see in the sky?

How much ejaculate

in the wailing cosmos?

I have been here

and i have been there

but i have never been everywhere.

Are ours so good as this?

– Carlo Campanella

 

 

The Kittens is Crazy

 

i can feel the crazy

creep back in and

drown sensibilities

like kittens in a bath tub

 

like mitten lonely

in the snow

 

like a simile

which has no end

no beginning

and doesn’t compare

one thing to another

 

 

kaleidoscopic terror!

 

kittens is crazy!

government is rape my ass!

 

 

madness and malaise,

accusations and sobriety

 

i am afraid of this man

who never sits

and always smiles

 

 

hear the wave of brains? the chip?

the spy thing the sly thing

& the betrayal?

 

man betrays man

with malice for man!

god computer!

internet is roving death!

 

 

there are devils

in these details

but it is not the

devils that i dread

 

 

fragments of

pragmatists

 

blood on the floor

 

 

i can feel the crazy

creep back in and

drown the kittens

 

– Carlo