Three Poems by Alessio Zanelli
Rewind Things occur at nighttime, mostly, shutters down, no lamplight, quiet. Places never seen before and yet peculiar, people known so well like strangers, past and future upside down, mixed up, entangled. Crowds benumbed, as if remotely checked, surround, obstruct and choke me, sudden come to life as soon as I attempt to run away […]