If the pain

It gets too big,

I fall asleep.

So maybe

for a while,

I don’t feel the pain


I sleep,

because I can’t stand the rest anymore.

I’m without answers,

and I sleep.

How to do nothing,

but maybe,

I reload.

Continua a leggere “#Poetry:”Sleep”.”

#NightPoetry:”The Smell of the Night”.

Italian version: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/28/poesianotturnalodore-della-notte/

The smell of the night,

it’s different everytime.

Can you feel it,

ot you taste it, like lime?

Would you go back to your prime,

o you are doing it now?
You feel like slime?


is about love, sex,

or demons to flex.

Sex tears and sweat.

Or maybe, just play Apex.

Continua a leggere “#NightPoetry:”The Smell of the Night”.”


Italian version here: https://loscrittorevolante.com/2021/05/14/poesiaricarica/


Sometimes, you need a recharge,

as if we were made of batteries,

as if we were electronic.

This is our practice,

not to be tragicomic,

to solve problems, small or chronic,

we try not to be catatonic.

I feel in need of recovering energy,

it’s not that I want to go away,

but I need news, in this gallery,

a new form of supremacy,

to escape madness

and every other litany.

Continua a leggere “#Poetry:”Recharge”.”