(ill matto)


Who does not remember?
The anticipation of being duly entertained?
Before the curtains, the nickel shiny morning,
before even the sleep or sheep or currency gained
from a weekend’s toil?


And then darkness lit by stares,
drum roll (to announce what is there)
I remember
being certain of the laugh
two steps ahead of the joke.

01/06/2013

Author's Note: E' arrivato Zampanò!

Posted on 01/07/2013
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