Pain Italian Sonnet Poems

I, looking in the mirror yesterday,
witnessed distorted eyes replacing mine;
and, too, the lips and nose, as if a sign,
seemed bent crooked, misaligned in some way.

And,...

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Friend,
	     Silence listens,—every thought we think,
each new feeling which soundless trickles by,
the twinge of untold pain, the snuck-in sigh,
are registered within...

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Just how long does a steaming lobster sob? 
How terribly do boiling limbs and guts
burn? Like a million simultaneous cuts? 
When does its sweltering heart...

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The argument of silence, absonant,
hammers into the pliant mind it’s hard
nails of craving.—a spirit thusly marred
will yield to any prickle, every scant

pressure to give in.—once...

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I wonder, Little Eddie, hypnotized,
can it be true you felt no pain at all?
Ten years of age, a figure formed too small,
and that poor Roadster,...

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Crick, Crack,Pop!,—“Ow!”, ach… won’t my joints of ache
never relent? The tension—every move—
with each attempt to loose—a rigid groove—
my muscles,—all efforts to simply break

the pressure,—ayayaye,so,taut—,to shake
free...

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The subtle thread which mends a laceration
is woven through fresh, tender flesh to bind
disreconciled horizons, disentwined
by words sharper than the knives of damnation.

Then, even once...

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Attempt, attempt, attempt, I try, I do,
but find success a frightful,fretful sort 
of creature.—.landing always just so short
for you,—my victories?: far less than few.

From void...

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Love sends a signal (so intangible)
through time removed and space—more faraway
than high heavens, sun, spark of moody day
when Night her might has made immoveable. 

The...

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I woke this morning, lying next to you;
Contemplating your thighs, your breasts, your face,
as you still slept at rest in a dream’s embrace,
my eyes all...

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—it’s the black boil on bursting, boiling ribs—
on my midleft chest, brewing bungled churns,
[tighteningmybreath], again, again, it yearns,
it begs*, “just one (just two) more (well-earned)...

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A crime the February tongue —
In her box I'm open this time;
She alone melts chocolate eyes —
Eyes — camouflaged red ribbons, blunt,
Ever stained by glimpsing...

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Deciduous 9-9-24
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Deciduous

Artic flares beat upon my dark cocoon
I come in silence to hide from the dark
To bind my wounds with sunlit afternoons
Wrapping my pain with...

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My tendency to slip into the dark-
a matter you have now begun to press.  
In realms of time and pain, I ache no less;...

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Alas, sweet Muse! How I desire, and burn,
     to sing a joyous hymn no less, no worse,
    ...

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