Poesie / Poetry

I  DON’T DISTURB

MY WIFE

UNTITLED

PEOPLE

THE CONVENT

A PUSSY

UNTITLED

SELF-PORTRAIT

PLASTER COCKATOOS

THE SPIDER WEB

A TOUR GUIDE

ON TOUR

MY NUMB BALLS ARE PUT TO SLEEP

MARIU

STORY TIME

ANOTHER LUSTY WOMAN

LOVE

MY UNCLE AND I

HUNG OVER (61 – 65 MOUNT ST. BURNIE TASMANIA)

A SPIRITUAL RETREAT

SHOPPERS


 

I DON’T DISTURB
Prostitutes will fuck
For life
And
Beggars
Beg
The grand musician
Late in life
Just
Sits
And
Listens
To death
While
The
unknown artist
Dreams
Alone
And
Hurt
Young virgins
Unfold
Like
Laughing margheritas
Lust
Is in the air
And
Bees buzz
The far-fire
Burns
All
Are right
Nothing matters
MOZART FLOWS
And
I
Content
Don’t
D
I
S
T
U
R
B

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MY WIFE
Her severe, deep, meaningful expression
Does not have any make-up
Her natural, unpretentious clothes hide
A reasonable arse
She prays a lot.
Goes to church three times a week
She’s of the “Charismatic” group
And goes to all their meetings, with a cake
Or two.
She’s a leader
She reads in church, and at home in bed, of
Religion – NEEDLESS – UNCARING of my erection.
I speak dirty to her, touch her cold feet with my
Warm feet and heart, she kicks me away – I’d like
To make her wet, make her orgasm, “an orgasmic wife”!!!
I don’t – it would be like fucking
The Pope, the Catholic Church, a whole
Convent.
I look up towards God with my erection
Say my last prayers – then
I turn
On my side
To
fall
Asleep
With my numb balls.

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UNTITLED
Kill the fisherman at sea
The winds
The octopus
Kill the cat
The prostitute
Where’s my mother
My father
Kill the people on the street
Fat people
Small people
People
Of cancer
Of death
Kill that dog
Just another
Dog

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PEOPLE
Computers
Millions of rats
Plastic people
With
Faceless
Heads
Crowed streets
People
Sandwiched – suffocating
People
Laughing
People
Dying.

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THE CONVENT
In the far of the mountains, protected
Surrounded by eucalyptus, adorned by
Jacarandas, bougainvilleas and geraniums
Of a well kept garden of
Fountains, paths and shaded benches
“the mercy of Mary” a grand old
brick building of way back.
Prayers, hymns of praise and glory…
The world so far…
… disturbed by the noise of excited
and loud devotees,
I could still feel GOD
And I could feel
The virgin lust of young past nuns to be…
Of their blossoming bodies that perfumed only of soap.
I could feel decades of dampness and warmth of their
Unshaved and unused pussies “evil if wet”
I could feel their unreleased passions, dreams
And their suppressed wants
My confused erection feels comforted and
My brain is thrown to dissolve in a silent scream,
As I ask for mercy.

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A PUSSY
With no head
No brains
Doesn’t scream
No legs
No teeth
No hands
A damp
Warm
Pussy of love
Pussy is protection
Strength
Pussy is running in the sun
A warm breeze forever
Pussy
Is
Piano Concerto
No. 1
In B flat

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UNTITLED
Your crazy young body
Your short shy smile
Your lusty virgin eyes
The way you walk
The way you talk
The way you cuddle up
Like a pussycat
Fucks up my brain
You make me
Feel
A
Tree
A
Mountain
A
Waterfall
A
Man
With
Heart and            S
O
U
L
You inject oxygen in my blood
Alleluia!! Saved
And
F
U
C
K
E
D                        AGAIN
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SELF-PORTRAIT
I
Too
Am
Hiding
Behind faces – and words
And God
As children eat their apples
And butterflies
Kiss
The spring air

I feel cancer triumphing
Souls crying
I
Too
With
Limbs
Of
Trees
And
Dead
Dogs
Float
Downstream
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PLASTER COCKATOOS
Alone
I
Drink
And dream
My
Numb
Soul
Searches for feelings
Plaster cockatoos
And
Dogs
Look
At
Me

I’m absorbed in their stillness
The walls
The ceiling
GOD understands
But
Where are my
Friends
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THE SPIDER WEB
My brain
Is caught
By
The spider
And
Webbed
And
Suffocates
While
The
Body
Drifts
With
Shells
In
Moving-sands
And
The
Ocean
Roars
In
It’s
Beauty.

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A TOUR GUIDE
Sometimes they ask me serious questions
Important questions – or not
They need to talk
I answer
And
Tell
Them about life – and love
They are happy – they know
I know –
Everything

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ON TOUR
She wants the window open, she needs fresh air –
It’s raining heavily
It’s 8 outside – all are cold, I drive
Towards the restaurant, cold, no dick, no balls, my soul is
Frozen, my eyes are frozen.

She doesn’t like the wine, the atmosphere, she says the
Trout is overdone, she locks herself in the toilet, and
Screams
The
Hairy 120Kg woman
Stares at me, she’s fucking me with her virgin heart,
Blushing
I pretend, I play and enjoy the freaky desire.
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MY NUMB BALLS ARE PUT TO SLEEP
Stray cats roam the dark
Alley
Among overflowing litter bins
Others on heat chase each other
Howling
To awake the sleeping world
To disturb the drunks
And make babies cry
Heavy steady waves, crash
The rugged rockeries
Fishermen wait, dreaming in their large
Dark sea, rocked and bashed against
Smelly rotting boards
You appear,
Through
Used condoms, empty glasses, and field of flowers
Soft
Real
I feel you flowing in my veins, you are the erection of my brain,
But
The night
Goes on unconcerned
And the last tired tunes on the radio
Will put to sleep
Numb
B
A
L
L
S

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MARIU
Her eyes were penetrating my soul
Her brain trying
To
Escape my erection
She
Was
Wet
She was sad
I order another wine, look at her
And
Say “I could fuck you too!”
She left…
… crying
the barmaid with her
savage-sweet look screams:
“YOU’RE CRAZY CLAUDIO,
that lady is mourning a death
in the family”.
Traffic outside was caotic
Cars
Sounding their horms
Nervous drivers
Smoking
Picking their noses
Biting their fingernails
It was a little misty
The cold December breeze was disturbing the tired dry
Branches of the only tree in sight
I looked at the barmaid,
“I could fuck you too” I said

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STORY TIME
I tell them about sex
How to suck pussy
Wagner is not bothered
I’m asked to lower
The volume
Of the radio

The acacias of the Montello
Are growing “chiodiui”
I flick my hair
From the forehead
Look in the rear-view mirror
They’re content
Comfortable
And
wet
Another great
Tour.
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ANOTHER LUSTY WOMAN
She asks me
About
My paintings, why do I paint like that
What’s wrong with me
Why didn’t I go art school
What could any lady like about me
You shouldn’t just fuck
She screams…
I’d never marry someone like you!!
Her eyes glow
Her voice damp
And warm
I feel her penetrating my soul, she wants
To fuck me – I smile, down my Prosecco
And think about you

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LOVE
My wife
Is
In bed
Sleeping
Needless
So
Are
The
Kids
Warm curled under the blankets
Dreaming
I feel
Good

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MY UNCLE AND I
The driver drunk
I – among the fish
Knocked about from side
To
Side
From back to front
I with black sunglasses
Rolling on the dead fish
In my new suit
A crazy drive
A crazy orgy of orgasming dead
Fish and frozen prawns –
White wine, fried fish
White wine, grilled fish
Black coffee and I
Eating, drinking, laughing and
Crying

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HUNG OVER (61 – 65 MOUNT ST. BURNIE TASMANIA)
I roll over the side of the bed
Stick my foot
In
one slipper
Aim
At
The Other
Miss it
I kick the fucking thing away
The walk to the kitchen,…no fridge – no furniture
Nothing
Only
Six days of dirty dishes, glasses, knives, spoons in the sink
An old table
With empty beer and wine bottles.
Still with my eyes half closed
I drag myself to the verandah, with care search for my dick
(my best friend, who’s fought many battles, won some, lost
a few; scarred but still in great shape)
I cling to the rail with one hand
While
With the other
I hold him loosely
And let him piss all over the world below us
For long minutes
We
Stay motionless
Numb,
Letting our deepness wonder.
I then shake it
He looks at me with his understanding grin
I wink at him and gently put him back to rest
I stumble to my bedroom
Take two more aspirins
Let myself fall on the bed
Pull the sheets over my face
And
Moan to God pity
Promising
Not to drink anymore if he makes me better.
GOD
Looks at me
And grins
HE
Knows
And lets me
Lie.

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A SPIRITUAL RETREAT
I
Was directed to my room
And told
To be     Q
U
I
E
T
To pray…
To listen to the sermons…
To join in with the other men and women
Of GOD
Hold hands, smile and dance
To
Jesus
To show my love
For three days
I was told about the dark and      E
V
I
L and how
I could be saved…
…I
wanted to leave…Escape!!!
My charismatic wife jumped me, GRABBED me
By the balls, tied my dick in a knot
To the old iron bed of “virginity and lust” and beat
And whipped my soul and brain until
Cleansed, A
N
D smiling falls asleep

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SHOPPERS
Headless
Bodies
With
Plastic
Souls
Squeeze
In escalators
Towards
Their
K
I
L
L
I
N
G
Grounds
To
Their
Heaven

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