Positano barber

 Italian Barber shop
Tiny space
The line was long 
A celebrity was served first

I looked into the glass
The back of the man's neck
tense as he used the razor
To clean the tiny hairs off the jawline

Lucertola

These pools full of life
Distracted by the freak waves that push through
By the late summer sun that recruits the blue
Burns the pavement of vicolo 

The thick rock walls as old as roman times
Housing lizards loose and foolish
looking over the turbulant pools
Toward the restaurants above

Each wave rushes into the pool
As if timed to the city clock
to the influx and out flow of people
moving the seaweed inward then outward

The lizard looks into the water
small minnows dart
Their tiny silhouttes
Sliding over the pools boulder floor

The water itself interferring with time
The sun analyzing it lighting it up
In the positano pre autumn
late morning of the lucertola

Winning double decker

 They say life is double decker
Coming in these sturdy amounts
Chasis diamonds rowdy
Anticlimax snacks
 tasteless loud

Who knows maybe a spot of luck
An imaginary ticket to win
Life is double decker
Chance on spin
Challenge and overshare

Suddenly the book is open 
There's your reservation
Hot ink on the page
stuck painted kiss on pale face

Double decker privilege
Something to share
Get a wanter or a needer
It all comes in and no way to deal

social media deluge

The world comes in to decieve

Friendly pinches here

Lovely sentiment there

Cute little platitude to share

Well timed political correction

Shove you in the right direction

Modern morality sewer layer stewy

Sculpted double standards sewing

the unpopular forced popular

The unreal forced real in dead thread light

every single human searching for their right

when the poor and ignorant stay put

Equinox forest entity

 Upon a pond
Something boosts
Crashing out of the undergrowth
Huge and gruesome

A monster of the pines, oaks and yews
suddenly in the summerlight
Agoraphobia
Bewildered in the water

Thrashing in the shallows
The murk bubbling and darkening
Fury and shadows loom
Observing from the undergrowth

Glaring like night bonfires

Temperature drops the yew trees bow
Upon the pond is  hardening
Moster retires joining phantom observers
Frost twinkles over the pond

freezes over
Like it never happened

Sanitized words

He doesn't walk
Months in bed
Nights that whisper
Words so hard to hear

The mind presses 
Crushing pressure
Questions have burned
Ambiguous answers

Hours of painful internal inquisition
Pain comes the mental imposing on the physical
And vice versa
Agony walks

Souless doctor
Lisp and click
Air is sanitized
By his words

Electrocuted twice

 They botched the execution
The head gets thrown to and fro
Twists and untwists
Extreme convulsions

The violent rapid clicks
Body clench hip swivel
Skin frizzle blood boil
The steel sparks

Buttocks bubble
Bones crack
The charge hits the heart
The face freezes in gasp

The machine was not rigged properly
The young man survived
But the memories burned
Until his final execution two years later