The Dream of a Man

 

The Body Without Resistance by Gianinna Delpino

 


A man lies on his crutches


He can’t feel the cold pavement under him anymore

As 24 luxurious dog legs pulled by one lead walk by him and over

His eyes closed surrendered to the exhaustion of the million pound streets of

Notting Hill Gate

That stood a mountain in front of him way to tall to climb

For the infamous poor

For the lack of confidence

For the absence of love

Can’t dream of a reality nobody showed him exists

Hanging at the end of a precarious chain of human existence

Based on the price tags of the Emperor’s New Clothes

The same cloaks that that woman who held the lead of the valuable dogs was

wearing

More valuable for her than that man

With the same brain than hers

The same skin than hers

Same eyes

Same senses

But not the same price tag

And in school they tell you to succeed

To be better than the other

To walk over the other

Like those manicured dogs

Like her high heels



Show what you have!

Don’t look down!

Or you might encounter those eyes!

That dream of you to hold that wrist at the border

When someone becomes invisible to the world

To show him

There is still al Life to live until Death comes

And me

With the woman of the hills and the manicured dogs

Fall back again into the same untagged ground

On the same floor

On the same pavement where you gave up

When you were dreaming

Dreaming

And wanted to stay there

Finally safe

Where you have warmth

Where you are loved.

 



Gianinna Delpino

20/09/2022

 

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One Response to The Dream of a Man

    1. This is brilliant of you 0nce again dear Giij.

      I love the sparkly loose grammar and spelling that is your own –
      fresh, rawv, dramatic -and un-tidied-up by publishers.

      And i love it you focus on the women (not the men) hidden under these masks – these strange cloaks embroidered upon with pretty dogs.
      And yunno these women did probably fall – or were pushed- into such a life by menfolk to be tided out of the way? ..by man-money-madness that just soaked into them.

      Probably such women’s pleasures lie right down deep there in a twin misery with the men of your story – and your beautiful paintings you gave given with it, the depths of unlovingness that the men of your story are. Maybe worse?

      So they are just as miserable – if only they knew it!

      But they dont know it cos they kid themselves – abetted by the sycophants of consumer culture 😌

      🤔Another story: The ones that march through the city parks with small school-children on leads.. even more than 24 legs sometimes!

      Comment by Ben on 1 October, 2022 at 1:17 pm

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