"POEMS"
by AA.VV


Empty (by Robb Allan)
Me stessa (e.g.horovitz , MA, ATR & Gaetano Gordano, MD)
Unzipped(e.g.horovitz , MA, ATR & Gaetano Gordano, MD)



EMPTY
by  Robb Allan


She grew up
kissing all the fish
eyed boys...
a tiny tongue flickering
like a snake's
darting in and out
in and out...

she licked the dough
faced girls
like Pillsbury from the pan

surviving,  as she put it,
on the homicide of town
where the serum flowed freely
through rivers of blood
feeding into the ocean

slaughtering those caught unaware
sometimes killing their souls
while their bodies lived on
with a gun in one hand
a needle in the other

staring deep into her skull
with their fish-eyed lust...
batter dipped
fingers priming artificially
inseminated engines
speaking softly
"just one more time,  baby
 and daddy'll fix all your problems..."

and
before she knows it
she's going down...


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ME STESSA  (Myself)
 Ellen G. Horovitz, MA, ATR & Gaetano Gordano, MD


In this infinite November that is your lost and faraway look,
I see the difference
between the words and the silence

molte  parole (*) silenced by the dream's eye, now  shut
tight against il vento,(**)
the wind roaring with tua tristezza.
ma  alt  adesso ...ascolta nel vento (***) - 
listen to its song

Lontananza -the wind cries out for you
but its tale is lost in these errs
and  the means that I create when I speak of seeing
your look
...  is this mirroring that runs after itself .
the difference between the words and the silence ..
In this mirroring that runs after itself
chasing its shadowy reflection,
it can not catch its own meaning
and so the mirror turns inward on itself.
it says:
I'm  searching your skin - and its  means   for  my
soul
and  my mind speaks "my soul" - my soul means   "my
mind":

reflective shards of my imagery,
broken pieces of me stessa, myself.
cry out for your illumination
but the view is not mine.


I'm searching your skin - and its means for my soul
perhaps a light caress of the wind could brush away
all  these questions...
io immagino . tuo contatto .****
tu sei ..like the infinitesimal strands of the silk worm
you wend your way al mio cuore, alla mia mente .(*****)

if just once I could touch your soul, your mind,
your words, your silences, then finally,
my life would have the color
that is you.

and  forse (*******) a new meaning  .only  then  the
mirror would cease
to run after itself .
and I would be born anew .

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=   *many words
=   **the wind
=   *** your sadness , but stop now ...listen to  the wind.
=   **** I imagining you.. your everything. you are ..my heart, my mind
=   ******perhaps

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UNZIPPED
by  Ellen G. Horovitz, atr        and        gaetano giordano, md


unzipped,                       ...your fragrance on my skin
i await your essence            I feel it- I feel your breath on my body
your untold silences,           and your heart on my soul
your purest expression.         skimming your look

unzipped,                       dentro di te
tu profondi baci,               searching lost connections
tue parole brillanti.           and breaths of the Infinite
unnzipped,                      between your body and   your soul
i am bare to your fantasies,    in the place where you are One and All
your deepest entrance,          searching your inside
your most wet dream.            your dreaming, opening to me

unzipped,                       vorrei sfiorarti con un solo pensiero
mi fondero' tra le tue braccia, only one minute of Infinite 
al tuo tocco sensibile          tra il tuo viso and your face
dentro il  tuo cuore stupendo   only one instant  to understand your heart
                                                        
unzipped, 
i am yours alone,
in mind, in spirit, in soul.

unzipped.