Meditations: Dario Fo's discovery that God is the Supreme Head of the Italian State Railway
God, once had a mustache, double breasted jacket
Wollen turtleneck and held me on skis in Abruzzi
God, once was a second grade teacher, signorina Puccessi, teaching
Petrach, Virgil, Ovid, Boccacio, Dante, Grazia Deleddo, , to mules
God, once was whoever had 10,000 lire, the bomba,
dared to show it, to spend the whole amount on drinks
God, once was the captain of an ocean liner, Vesuvius
Crossing the atlantic to ellis island, with one push from Naples
God, once played centerfield in pinstripes, wore number 7
drank a lot, hit home runs, won world series, a good friend
God, once was a girl's eyes, her mouth, her right breast,
then her left and sometimes the void between her legs
God, once was the head of the New York Stock Exchange
and quit over a salary dispute, to save money on taxes
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Sleep on, Sleep on...
Sleep on, Sleep on…
Though the moon is playing tag with the sun
And hides in it’s dark penumbra
Sleep on, sleep on…
Clutch the pillow ever tighter
Sleep on, nothing remains now
Dancing walls stir in the prairies
America drowns itself in machinery
Proudly lamenting the price of oil
I have never understood, never,
The perfume of your dark magnolia
Nor the parrot who flies out your teeth
From the martyred belly of your heart
A thousand Roman sentries fell asleep
in the moonlit plaza of your forehead
while four months I sought the knowledge
from your hands and waist, enemies of snow
between painted plaster of jasmine
your glance, mouth full of seeds
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Modern Love XXXVIII (Hibiscus' of Rome)
Walk towards the Coliseum
Without passing an ancient ruin
Follow Via Sistina, cross in front
Of Santa Maria Maggiore, by San Pietro
In Vincoli, come to via del Colosseo
Somber gigantic Coliseum, gaping apertures
pouring the long, pale light of a lonely moon
Mysterious southern moon, phantasm of twilight
Pointing to hungry Lion’s Den,
loggia of brave gladiators,
podium of the Caesars,
ascend a half-dilapidated staircase of stone
where the hibiscus
of flowering wombs
of red hearts
dwells
hibiscus’ red womb lips, open, each dawn
revealing throats of erect pink pistils’
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