Animals' Talk

A hail of words

attacks me every day from every side

like animals' talk

incomprehensibly invading my insides

*

I keep my abusers under the floor

There is the only place for them

with rats, sewage spews, and saliva spits

affecting their ability to apprehend

at the hour of death

of one’s soul

living above

*

Italian tradition says

that you are supposed to value art

coming from the cradle of the Renaissance

yet you despise it instead

You are drowning in suspicions about my candid life

creating a contrast made from your criminal world

in your inimical environment of inequity

*

You dug your own grave

using debris from my table

and as vultures at the feast

devoured my dignity

*

He constructed walls

composed of echoes

so how am I supposed to think

overshadowed by harassing words

if I can’t even sneeze

without waking the whole house?

They sleep like lambs at dusk

yet at sunrise

make a fuss

from a futile form of falsehood

Look what they’re doing to me

Medusa’s head in great cosmology

Devastated, forgotten, and reborn

In a thousand pieces of a kaleidoscope

*

I have my own rhythm

Opposed to all idiocy

Happening around me

In a conceptual conspiracy

Of my own certainty

Without a coincidence command

*

To the maiwand lion:

You were

supposed

to not to

speak

to me

anymore

yet your other half yonder

decided otherwise

stabbing with a scythe

where all unknown plants grow

tangled up in twisting weeds

advised to abuse

against all rules

of this country

unspeakable hogwash' gallantry

to the extreme

sputtering

engine

with the morality glitch

*

You played the most famous roles in life

now you must say thank you

to your master

Mr. A. C.’s Holy Grail

with presumable eternal youth, abundance, and joy

It’s a pity that having a basis in harm done to someone

To A. C.’s crowd

*

18 July 2021

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