(02) 10.12.2017


Midnight Spritz

Last night I smelled,
a beautiful and unfamiliar asperity.
The window had a leak,
Sweaty air, smells crispy.
Pastoral stray, follow me
or not, then betray me.

Slick shoes you've ever been
my name is lost, wondering who steals it,
I take that bitter candy
sugar-coated anarchy,
Memory blended
like flora on the sea,

He said real Romans don't drink
No Spritz after three,
But I insist
It's just a mezzanotte treat,
the sunshine settled in the rim of Villa Pamphili,
I buried my melancholic dream.

Words written December 2017
Re-edited on Winter 2018