The sun might as well
have never went down
it’s upsetting
that the sun’s still setting
we need the rain
to cry with again
it might as well
never come back up
take me somewhere
I’ll forget the sun’s still shining.
~
SJL
Unknown sunny day
Overcoming the horizon
The knowledge that I’ll be back
renders the place –
to her, a furthering memory –
a promising fantasy,
as endearing to me
as the embracing heat,
when I forget it never lasts,
just as what’s more present
in absence.
And yet I seek to rid myself of it,
admiring instead
the sun’s descent
as it heads towards
the delicately carved waves
in the harshness below me.
~
Yet, the horizon,
to me, a limitless invitation,
is, to her, the sign
of yet another day’s expiry.
~
SJL
04/08/21
Obeying the devil
I weep
longing to be free
but my tears fall
when I disappoint the devil.
~
SJL 5/7/21
Si deve sognare
per superare la veglia.
The price of art
If you want to fully immerse yourself in your art, you have to be willing to lose touch of reality.
Expensive sunlight
The sun is shining
but at what expense?
We’re all elsewhere
inside our heads.
~
SJL 5/7/21
Compressed communication
The truth has to be begged for
by sorry sensibility
because perpetrators
are pained by the damage
of their intentions.
Maybe if I stay here
I’ll travel seas and days and quests
without pestering my conscious
and if I stop fearing,
I’ll be granted a fixed place
within this landscape
with which I’ll finally become one
like cement.
But I fear
in order to remain undone,
free from inclusion and belonging,
belonging therefore nowhere
and to none
as to never have to stay.
So, I beg of you,
please tell me why,
so I can embark on a new maybe,
free from the benefit
of your collateral illusion.
~
SJL 11/06/21
Beautiful torment
All the storms
I revised with you
now seem worth living through
to witness
the extent of your moving compassion.
For us
to fade into nothing
would at least leave me
with this reignited desire,
a longing for understanding
even if now,
it’s of you.
~
SJL 23/05/21
Oblio sicuro
Allontanati da qui,
dove i squali
manco ti annusano,
ma è il tempo la preda,
che si nasconde
dietro il ritmo matematico
della luna e il sole
senza invecchiarli mai.
Non si fanno capire, né stancare
d’essere costretti di convivere a parte
dal lontano infinto dello spazio
sacrificandosi per salvarci, scaldarci e raffredarci
sempre soli
nel loro presente.
Noi, incapaci d’imitare
i loro calcoli immacolati,
ci addormentiamo sopra,
evitando sempre
l’oscurità pericolosa
della conoscenza assoluta.
~
SJL 17/05/2021
Alone,
Stuck in the collective past,
she longs for what passed her by,
for what she ran away from,
she looks for in the future-torn past,
alone,
excluded from the inertia of loneliness,
mastered, organised, systematic
loneliness, developed
through the prosperity of the nation,
fabricated to the utmost convenience,
time-, money-, energy-, life-saving,
luxurious loneliness, developed
through the austerity of the nation
alone,
stuck in the collective past,
she withers, the last reminder of our
mortality, spent beyond extinction,
while intimidatingly she’s alive
and cries through dry eyes
for anything but our perfected lies.
~
SJL
29/03/21
Lust for Words 