You do your best to weather a strange ineptitude
the discoloration of the senses
that follows a fragmented conversation
but before you know it
a triviality arrives
with its own list of demands . . .
Later, several strangely-costumed leads
appear seemingly on cue from installations
and reappear one by one
as if in an infinite loop
offering monologues and soliloquies
odds and check-out times
well-wrought and well-received
thorough in their encryption
yet lacking in payback . . .
while outside an out-of-sorts vehicle
makes its way along the narrow one-way street
depositing memories
on one chipped stoop after another . . .
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| Antonio Palmerini |