ROME
Watchful feeder of warmth
in patient stand
for the iron clad babes founders
of burning Rome
now you beg for a bite of fleeting
attention
from a lavishing sandaled army.
A man faces a cappuccino
with garish flair
follows inquiry:
Romulus/Remus752
what was the password required
New Ebe in waiting.
PERSEUS LAMENT
Backwards stepping to file
His complaint
To the machinery of discontent
Giove’s progeny
Pinched his nostrils
To fence off the stench
Of futuristic regress.
In the air the whiff
Of humanity’s scent.
Disgruntled by the array of drunken bundles
Of oversea visitors
Strewn across the movida canto
The Florentine Bardo
Had directed the time migrant
To the verdant expanses
where once the last of the Sardinian kings
could ride on without being harassed
by cohorts of vendors
of crack.
Documents stamped and approved
Now the roundabout king
Perseus faced – a sigh of relief –
The oncoming traffic lanes
tram wheeze in the distance.
Better than of a selfie
The flash.
LA SERENISSIMA
A Mori frantic bell
shook the gondoliers
on the lagoon of dismay.
Rising liquidity
loss of infinity
the spell was broken
the visiting token.
Murano reignited the frail
Future.
A casualty?
Thanking the Florence Literary Society for the thought provoking workshop led by Kevin Craft: The Language of time. Thank you and apologies to the hosts of the event, Saint James Episcopal church.
“The only reason for time is to keep things from happening all at once” Einstein 1905
“We find no vestige of a beginning – no prospect of an end” Hutton 1788
Nope not the vicar of Saint James and I blame him, Kevin, for he made me do it. What can happen in 5 seconds?
CONFESSIONS OF A YOUNG MOUSE – Alessandra Parrini
