Best Poem of Fabio Caparelli

The Green Bungalow On The Moon
My bungalow has many stories, but most of them are blue,
My garden has a secret and I'm guarding it from you.
Walk up the stairs and stare out the back window;
I will be hiding in the tall grass.
Indoors, the war claims another life.
He is a solar panel. She is a windmill.
My sun has now set, and his son is . . .
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Killswitch N'Gog
A summer day in a vast expanse of green
lying on the ground looking up at the blue,
with my wonderful lady who likes to wear red
would be where I would like to be when I'm dead.

A winter day in a vast expanse of grey
lying on the ground looking up at the grey
with my wonderful lady crying, covered in . . .
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