Luca Menin Poems

Like streamlets of gin,
floating the bottom of a bottle
The veins flows, intoxicate abstinence's woes,
carried like wreckage, drying on the sandy shore.
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Waste at the door
Drunk of apple core,
spiting seeds of the last tree.
The hands hold the head,
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Pour the eyes, crystal soul
Venus radiant, tears of wax
The skin listens exquisite, the roots.
Drying out on the green valley
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While the thawing of the mountain are turned into a valley.
The soft undulation of the flowing water, shape the terrain & feed the river.
Invigorating roots of domain spirit.
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Like an eagle resting on the yellow shape of the silent sun
I Wait impatiently the dingles of the bells
Crying conscience of steady moons, at angels sunset
Breathless death, with his narcissus eyes
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When the clouds, like waves, overwhelm the moon.
The nocturnal sea of velvety glances, sail
I have been stood, in this ocean of dark blossom.
Where silent hang the remembrance, of the last hoot.
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Air blow sad from the cloud nest.
At the endless god blesses, and angel splendours,
kiss of beauty; the gazelle vulgar fly
impressed like the empty shells, where tears blow loud,
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Tall shadow of grass, cover in sweet pollen of flower's springs.
Hide from a wall of green woods and streams.
It Is the flavour the skin, reddened by the sun.
Left bare, like chaste grapefruits.
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Inebriated sailors.
Chatting laughter woman's
Worming foggy windows.
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