at villa lina
otello at biennale
1)
out sprang Dhafer, the illustrated oud,
the endless sands, the Sufic howl.
Tears welled throughout the house
And where is Desdimona?
Redemption intended to find its way and spray
Light over the proscenium. But, no, this
Little Desi, a force against the greater good,
Assured us all that 'no
At villa lina
Ronchiglione (shopping for food)
Two steps towards me, a young man
Became old man, that blink-of-an-eye
Thing. I was five years old again,
In the vegetable store,
The memory of power,
And there was 50 cent on the speakers,
Little old ladies strategizing dinner.
I have witnesses.
This could be about Mary Angela,
A mist of magic manifesting in broad
Daylight. This ,despite the hashishist
Twinkle, the muscle of time preserves
The housing of bloodlines in brick
And stone. Minimal changes redefine
Dukedoms, roads to windows on info,
The balance of sun and shade:
Imagine having to travel just for smells.
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there are those who insistently
pursue origins of the things that
require the thirst of passion.
Big bang not enough to propel
The soul beyond its yearning?
The whole world terminates in Rome.
Immense prices paid for manipulating
Earth