Poemi Fonetici Lyrics & Chords By Mimmo Rotella

We both know the smell of a convenience store at 4 a.m. like the backs of alotta hands. She sells me trucker crack/Mini-Thins (it's like Vivarin). She doesn't make me feel...read more

Dis poem Shall speak of the wretched sea That washed ships to these shores Of mothers cryin for their young Swallowed up by the sea Dis poem shall say nothin new Dis poem...read more

And so I've said too much And not enough And so the play is finally at an end You never had the care To call my bluff And so I must be pleased To be your friend But...read more

In the last quarter of the twentieth century much of the world sat on the edge of an increasingly expensive theater seat waiting for something momentous to occur. Christian aficionados...read more

I poured salt on a large slug. I watched how the slug writhed and squirmed. It tried to escape me and my burning salt. The slug made no sound. But I'm sure if I were turned...read more