Wednesday, December 14, 2005

Current


Fibers,
flesh. Electricity

transudes through a
sigh.

Sun-bordered clouds migrate from
your eyes to my core:

swooshing of curtains, temples
like drums.

Hypnotic pulsations mark lines
between dreams

and life, as
time contracts in us.

And with the last loud blink
of a light bulb,

shadows withdraw,
and kaleidoscopes convulse.


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Wednesday, November 23, 2005

Breakfast


High above the roofs,
the frost-lacquered
crane branch
holds a
plump, radiant
orange.

Hungry for warmth,
I grasp the vital
sphere and
slice it
into thick
wedges.

A paper towel on my lap, I
sink my teeth
into the morning glow:

calm,
juicy.

Sweetly sour.


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Tuesday, October 04, 2005

Homeward


Old trains and rain,
iron and pebbles...
I sink.

Optimism stepped upon
by nameless passers-by:

a deep breath and a swoon.

Neon lights feel cold
on my skin;
time rolls away from
the tracks, and

I see drops

of tonight on my specs,
scratched mirrors,
the window glass.

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Sunday, July 03, 2005

Platform 3


I ran my fingers across dry skin and
heavy lids;
my stare caressed a clock obsessing
over sunsets.

I swallowed dreams
and vivid hopes;
I cursed,
beforetime,
their lingering aftertaste.

And alone I stood on
grainy asphalt,
not too far from the
yellow life line,

waiting for the next train.


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Monday, January 10, 2005

Oneiric 1 (The Moon Lantern)


Its paper skin, so tense and fragile,
holds the sublime power of unnatural
paleness.

The cold light from its
miniature heart whispers ultrasound
lullabies.

Round, it hangs from a
shelf, in still loneliness.

A moon lantern in the dark:

nothing but a half-sleep snapshot
in vivid haziness, a subliminal
message from dormant

realities.

A smooth and ghastly sphere,
it reigns through inexpressive eyes.
It smiles a red crayon line, in
paralyzed reassurance.

At once,
it cradles me
in incense-flavored
eeriness.

It's inanimate flattery through
my permeable brain;
and it keeps me enslaved,
voiceless,
and void-bound.

It's a countdown to innocence
as time rewinds its tape;

and a purple wave envelops me...

And I don't mind.


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