POEMS BY ROBERTO MARZANO

Closed bars Bars closed for pure nastinessunder the arcades they leave mute witnessesiron shutters with narrow meshes creaking in the swampy wind. A tinkling echo at the counter resounds of the meeting of edges of speeches no more unspoken than not given kisses in cheery cocktails of widespread cordiality. Nothing else remains in the rainy eveningthan handle intercoms at randombright asterisks of surrendered existences to […]
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