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Roberto Sciascia Poem
Iv been looking for a place to plug into
Levels are so low
Way below the line
We waited
For years it rained
Every morning like clockwork
The trees shook
And the birds took off
Later I dragged my shadow
through the mud
Betrayed by the sun
I no longer followed
Copyright © Roberto Sciascia | Year Posted 2019
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Roberto Sciascia Poem
They escape
Through a small opening
On the side of my head
Liquid skin becoming cellophane
An accessory to suffocation
Tries to trim the threats
Of an unfurled canvas
In my pocket
Artauds’ anguish
Stitches together absurd reasoning
One kiss tooled the empire
Only the smart escape
Copyright © Roberto Sciascia | Year Posted 2019
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Roberto Sciascia Poem
They flew down
From the branches
Black flames falling and
Blurred
Over our city
A less vibrant hive
in rubble we
pick through the crumbs
or hide
No shock
Cutting through
Tangled in my hair
These wings
burst from my head
Cawing
a twisted face
Copyright © Roberto Sciascia | Year Posted 2018
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