A bordo del treno a Pescara

left empty by dreams drained
away, i set to rebuild, wanting
for a plan, uncharacterised and
undeterred, destroying and
defacing the meaning to blank
the page in preparation, a foundation
shaping the firmament, always
constructing for future, tears as
mortar and shame as concrete, filling
up again with new directions, displaying
old wares in new packaging, warranty
expired, promise finally fulfilled?

stripped of scaffolding after hours
airborne and restless in rooms unfamiliar
the dream-emptiness returns by
ambuscade behind arches and street
corners, scrub hills and scarped
facade, i look to return, scarred
and armed with new character,
determined and blooded,
beloved.