a poem from the compendium dissimulate my reality – some nonlocal junk poetry – 23 nonpoems from the point of view of a black hole condensed in an orange – a collection of made up poets who live inside a shadow

Ugo Fogi is well-known for his book We are all in a post-hypnotic trance induced in early infancy a collection of psychiatric poems written in his youth when visited a schizophrenic institution for artists. LSD consumption and mystic book reading turned Ugo Fogi into a rusty non-human entity named sam-sarah. he was also an enthusiast of multiple worlds theory according to our world is one of innumerable possible worlds. I wrote a poem / in every possible world/so every possible/ reader / could feel/this deep sadness/that rules my life/like a leech. he died in a allegorical car accident in a august afternoon when he returned from supermarket where he looked for a floral bio hazard.

the goat quizzically replies

I use your mind

too loosely

then

a new type of pain

and vulnerability

arise

in this uncertain

territory

– an anemones field

where headless horses

eats our nails

ephemeral machines

smells our fears

and turned them

into believes

try to talk

to your door

try to touch her gently

like an hermit caresses

a dead frog

she will open

like a grave

and then you

will find

that when your mind

is broken

the shreads

will follow

you

at your meetings

in your dreams

at shopping

and of course

in the toilet

a cringe poetry is like

what happens to the rabbits

once out of the hat?

they are devouring themselves

–happy eschaton !