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.