the ceaseless gallery Egypt Bloody Mary's
undrinkable the driver with one eye blind,
welcome to the club, girl in red
skirt lying with her legs open - calmly
sequence on a piano where a girl
arches her back and with one foot presses
a G sharp, you're next to a lampshade
your hands on your face, your home
full of books not yours, slipping
from the ege of your bed with your head on the corner
the light grinning welling
from under your legs, the Polish history made
of broken glasses in the night and popes, necklace
of pearls on a thigh the thin hair
inside your leg surprise
jump on the bed surprise down
the snow staring at a red lamp,
not taking messages, red lips
and Sunday morning, rainfall
and the vision of a legwarmer, television
on news in German naked girl
in the mirror put down your weapons
you're not under attack you can't even tell
what are the roots of lolita, a sexual alternative
trace of moscow, in the poison laying
I discovered being quilty in the 120 night
of reading and the exile I discovered being quilty,
voyeurs have slippers and cough
inside cold tiny hands cold inside
in front of flashing screens, the theater
of purple the angel who lost his wings didn't
necessarily become a blurred desire
red television your raised arms your ribs
the line thin line of the

modern love
this extravagance
no time better than nothing
posing as the best
wanting to be you


translation: Eleonora Matarrese