CLOCHARD (unpublished)
"I'm leaving All
Too tired
My shoulders
Ugly concepts
Theorems crazy
Breathlessness heavy
I leave my house bitter
no roof and no heat
Neither women ... "
So thought the homeless
When life died in the heart
and swallowed the whole not to choke
The homeless
What Time reel on
in garbage cans
It sleeps night on his bed
cardboard station terms
Crowd goes and runs without stopping
He takes great not to feel the smell
Masters on him low seed
Never a pilgrim to his home
Solitude chose and now loves
finally free To feel
not free
© Antonio Ragone
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