Other Poems by:

Vince Gullaci

THE WAR ZONE

Bodies unburied
strewn
by a careless force
a fierce wind
plays over splayed limbs
and arms akimbo
carries the assailing smell
of the tip
where the waste is human
and great beasts
devour flesh
from unyielding bones
frozen in time.

HARD WIRED

I knew
the sound
of sad songs
even before
I was born
the fresh milk
turned rancid in my mouth
scouring rivulets
of acid
hard wiring the brain
to self destruct on cue.

THE MIDAS TOUCH

Rich beyond
their wildest dreams
are they happier
for the river
of gold
coursing through their veins
or watch in horror
as the hardening arteries
turn them to trees
in a petrified forest.

THE HEAT OF BATTLE

When all reason
evaporates
as the heat
of battle
cools
the season turns
to ever widening
clouds
of smoke
fanning
over the desolation.

NOW NOT THEN

Hard to believe
looking back
I made so much
of it
that it preyed
on my consciousness
nearly consuming my mind.

PERHAPS

I'm not the man
you thought I was
a leopard
doesn't change his spots
because he can't find
a kill.

BECAUSE THEY COULD

How I miss you
at night
when the stars
come out to play
the good sleep
and evil wakes
from the enveloping dread
rises
a mushroom cloud.

EASTER ISLAND

The poetry of souls
and the depth of despair
look and dare
and become
one of those statues.

ON THE PARK BENCH

Better those drinking beer
vocalizing
on life
than the philosopher
analyzing
the minutiae
of fluff
in his navel.

THE RIDDLE

To whom
would he
bequeath
a dot
to join
the many
others
a pattern
to remain
a puzzle
a little man
in a huge
universe.

OUR WORLD

The black star
consumes
the light
nothing
escapes the darkness
our beautiful world
gone.

POST APOCALYPSE

Build monuments
blot out
blighted skies
winds shift
edifices crumble
a message left
a recorder playing
no one left
to hear the pain.

IN LOVE

I'd rather
catch a ride
on your coat tails
than be left
alone
in your wake.


BROKEN JOURNEY

The soul
is not
mine
to keep
as i look
where
to lay
my head
to sleep.

DARKNESS

As if the darkness
is a malevolent thing
and not an allegory
for what's in
the heart.

THE TAILOR FAILED

I never made it
because
i cut my cloth
to suit the wind
the vane's feverish whirl
undercut my bearings
and my courage
failed me.

Biography

vince gullaci
ving@optusnet.com.au
Australian poet,born in Italy.

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