la lucentezza di conquista , la fame di più...

Satyr and nymph, mosaic from Pompeii, House of the Faun

la lucentezza di conquista , la fame di più

per i romani ei tedeschi,

la vostra appetiti

per l'organizzazione militare

in tutto corso della storia 

è un lungo in corso poema, anzi !

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this poem

takes me to you

in a place after

when the land of black eagles

and red wolves in the middle

of the twentieth century anno domini

ceased with the churning combustibility,

projectile volatility and futile attempts

at conquering in cold blooded savagery

this poem

takes me to you

in our place here after

when the land of black eagles

and red wolves in the middle

of the twentieth century anno domini

sought a more stable fiduciary

and made for TV killing means...

the east plundered

the stolen art and gold

while the west took minions,

minutia, methodologies

and relevant

to their market share

tiny seeds of fascism...

and by now this modernity

is all we see

it is remnant echo boom

and bust cycled mania

pop culture's spread

of beauty into low art forms

by now, we are mostly conceived

as rolling stone song lyrics

too many of us

can still be construed

in some way

as being under

someone else's thumb

crumb licking

boot savant

thirstily

and greedily

dialing ourselves inside

the red doors with black paint 

and mother's little helpers...

I used to like circuses

now I only like freak shows

and pied piper spontaneity

I used to like playing army...

now I am mindfully silent

when smiling to evoke

in a stranger's eyes

a weapon-ized surrender love...

and while, it is not customary

to lock looks with another

one doesn't know, you proved otherwise

I cared not sanity perceived

as much as tickling dead parts

been told this can be received

as disconcerting and rude

by I’ll take my chances

with advances toward you...

and you can call me

a nosy idiot poet then

because I am diving into

the where and why

of your soul

wearing curtains too...

EJR ©