Afternoonsleep

These hours are the best,
you believe
people in the garden
nothing better to do
are putting up
making a mess
a metallic tree with apples on it

a giant candle holder
outburst of surpluses
the fruits upside down
holes in them
where the candles are supposed to be,
twelve

I will
greatly appreciate
eat them,
you will get indigestion
lest their yellow skins do not blind you
I will wear sunglasses
lying
indeed
beside the lampshade,
not an apple
in a darkened room
but an upside down pyramid

I keep the flies
from the window
with a sweep,
the bumblebees
quiet
with apricot jam

 

Bologna, 12th May 2007