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When? by Albino Pierro | Poems Rethabile Likes When? by Albino Pierro And yet I feel content and don't get tired of slashing with my fingers through the air, tarantella-like. The hands have the power of a stone that hisses in a fury once it's thrown and crashes into a wall, but they instead are sharply pointed hammers that want to dig to find a voice or spark within the dark. Ah, these madmen, these madmen that gnaw on stones like sugar; By the armful, I know, they should be flung into ravines, hissing, hissing; but maybe more stubbo...

this i remember by Raphael d'Abdon | Poems Rethabile Likes this i remember by Raphael d'Abdon i too, twice, wrote a piece on demand those performative poems that get you pocket cash and cheap applause  and it felt like bathing in a polluted river like stealing from grandma's wallet like the old drunk painter from my old town must have felt who scrawled still lifes in the morning to trade them with a sandwich and a bottle of wine at lunch  this i remember  as i sit on this pile of poems that will go nowhere and yet make me feel like swimming in spring waters like praying at grandma's grave ...