with waver & water
Agro Spier
‘…If poisonous minerals, and if that tree,
Whose fruit threw death on else immortal us,
If lecherous goats, if serpents envious
Cannot be damned, alas, why should I be?’
- John Donne, Holy Sonnets
& boats again, oh look at that silly one in red
Parasail's written all over its flank
& in the dry dock another slopes
more but non-narrative the literature
& there's the poet's meager scope
a wavering & dittied dirty gull
& dittied & dirty the rain & white
all white the people on the porch
& white the houses in the Baie de Rosas
& in Santa Maria's expectations
are in eyes & in dreams the young
darlings jingling - their low cut blouses
while on callé Cap Llarg there's slippers
& varnished toe nails & on the corner
at that skew blown pine there! in the yolk
of the town the dyke canary sings its yellow
cheaply spent song my god the imitation
of it! not near the Napels yellow
of everywhere else
