Beatitude #21-b

	BEATITUDE #21-b CAFE TRIESTE In Cafe Trieste I see roads running through chairs sugar dreams over nightmare tables last outposts of coffee in hot deserted city In Cafe Trieste I see caves open in the walls people seated in the windows and swaying by outside pockets stuffed with paper charms accordion music reeling in Italian night In Cafe Trieste I am cruelty of empty coffee cups on abandoned tables....... Ken Wainio		UNEMPLOYMENT It's misery time for us out of work today work work work we shout from the voicetops down all all our roads. We are those who watch and weep for ourselves going push by shove and never resting till the throat is done howling in its jail. Crescenzio Cane (translated for the Italian by Jack Hirschman)

	TWIN 1. two daughters / two countries each other in and of themselves 2. one makes up her face in the rear view mirror on a casual dress over her voice waiting for the light to change en route between two friends two sea shells 3. on the perimeter at the outskirts everyone = even the most insignificant man in the street -Gary Gach		LEAVING TOWN Now that it knows I am leaving this city puts on a new layer of sound, begins to shriek at me. It's a little annoying, like the drone of a fly slapping you out of a dream of summer grass. But it's too late now. The land's begun to paint its self-portrait on my mind and it opens before me. I step into it and am gone, carrying some poems, a memory or two, a suitcase bulging with silence. --Luke Breit

BEATITUDE #21-b

CAFE TRIESTE

In Cafe Trieste
I see roads running through chairs
sugar dreams over nightmare tables
last outposts of coffee
in hot deserted city

In Cafe Trieste
I see caves open in the walls
people seated in the windows
and swaying by outside
pockets stuffed with paper charms
accordion music reeling
in Italian night

In Cafe Trieste
I am cruelty of empty coffee cups
on abandoned tables.......

Ken Wainio

UNEMPLOYMENT

It's misery time
for us out of work today
work work work
we shout from the voicetops
down all all our roads.

We are those who watch
and weep for ourselves
going push by shove
and never resting till the throat
is done howling in its jail.

Crescenzio Cane
(translated for the Italian
by Jack Hirschman)

TWIN

1. two daughters / two countries
each other
in
and of themselves

2. one makes up her face
in the rear view mirror
on a casual dress over her voice
waiting for the light to change
en route between two friends
two sea shells

  3. on the perimeter
at the outskirts

everyone = even the most insignificant man in the street

                        -Gary Gach

LEAVING TOWN

Now that it knows I am leaving
this city puts on
a new layer of sound,
begins to shriek at me.
It's a little annoying,
like the drone of a fly
slapping you out of
a dream of summer grass.

But it's too late now.
The land's begun to paint
its self-portrait on my mind
and it opens before me.
I step into it and am gone,
carrying some poems,
a memory or two,
a suitcase bulging with silence.

--Luke Breit