Luca Menin

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Like streamlets of gin,
floating the bottom of a bottle
The veins flows, intoxicate abstinence's woes,
carried like wreckage, drying on the sandy shore.
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Waste at the door
Drunk of apple core,
spiting seeds of the last tree.
The hands hold the head,
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Pour the eyes, crystal soul
Venus radiant, tears of wax
The skin listens exquisite, the roots.
Drying out on the green valley
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Fear lies upon his face, what happening;
sadly dark veil covers his eyes,
why all this? , this noise, these lights,
the fire burns, these bombs.
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Through the fissure of the reeds
caress by the breeze,
the water sparkle lit
blind hear the waves recede.
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When the clouds, like waves, overwhelm the moon.
The nocturnal sea of velvety glances, sail
I have been stood, in this ocean of dark blossom.
Where silent hang the remembrance, of the last hoot.
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Like an eagle resting on the yellow shape of the silent sun
I Wait impatiently the dingles of the bells
Crying conscience of steady moons, at angels sunset
Breathless death, with his narcissus eyes
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Exotic sounds
Staring as if hypnotized.
The moon savouring enchanted, those movements
almost stationary The sound of the sea,
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Tall shadow of grass, cover in sweet pollen of flower's springs.
Hide from a wall of green woods and streams.
It Is the flavour the skin, reddened by the sun.
Left bare, like chaste grapefruits.
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Air blow sad from the cloud nest.
At the endless god blesses, and angel splendours,
kiss of beauty; the gazelle vulgar fly
impressed like the empty shells, where tears blow loud,
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Inebriated sailors.
Chatting laughter woman's
Worming foggy windows.
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What comes in my mind?
A reckless feeling, that I cannot explain.
Water rain, grey sky.
Outside the door observing eyes.
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Matching scratches
White square patterns, design by print feet.
Back and forward & square.
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The moon pale and timid
In a bad of stars
Lie under,
The sheet of clouds.
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I collect drunk fish and hunting dogs.
Shoot of rust, pheasant mallard ducks.
Mountain where I harvest bow of petrol.
For trout's wars
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Insoluble bloodline conflict.
Ritual body washed
of absolution and impurity.
Transmitting bites of oral law & sins.
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Cults of ancestral deities.
Agrapha act of creatures.

Transcendence, Wise Lord.
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I watched the fish, beneath the sea.
With the shape & fins.
Swimming in the lit water of blind Colour.
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It groans, with no words.
The loving skin, unfaithful,
sweaty, my hand caresses
furious inspiration.
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The Best Poem Of Luca Menin

Puddle Of Water

The long mud path, divide by the grass
Where woods tremble by the rains wash,
have left foot print of forming mirrors,
reflecting picture of air.

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