Method & Madness is in English, like my other books, so far. But I have many Italian friends who read enough English to enjoy the poems, hopefully. I am posting three samples to give you an idea of the type of spicy stuff I write, very few upbeat greeting-card types, several intense even disturbing poems. Not the way things should be, but the way they are. Anyway here's the second, it made someone cry.
Good Friend on a Beach
Was I not a good enough friend?
I just saw you the other day
and we laughed and drank
If I could have helped you
I had the keys to your house here on Maui
but you'd disappeared
After a week the police found you
on a secluded beach
a bullet in your brain
a note from the hospital
folded in your breast pocket
All bad news
You never were the patient sort.
I'm so sorry
You had to dot your 'i's
alone
And thank you
for being
Good friend.
Un buon amico sulla spiaggia
Non ero un amico buono abbastanza?
Ti ho visto soltanto l'altro giorno
e abbiamo riso e bevuto
Se ti avessi potuto aiutare
avevo le chiavi di casa tua qui a Maui
però eri scomparso
Dopo una settimana la polizia ti ha trovato
su una spiaggia appartata
una pallottola nel cervello
una nota dell'ospedale
piagata nel tuo tasschino
Solo notizie brutte
Non sei mai stato un tipo paziente.
Mi dispiace tanto
Dovevi mettere i puntini sugli 'i'
da solo
E grazie
per essere
Un buon amico.
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