Friday, December 17, 2010

divorce in naples

divorce in naples

“what’s love
got to do with
—william faulkner,
lecture at university
of virginia

the kid was eighteen—
and as virgin as the first
morning cigarette.

“why, george,” faulkner said—
“the kid’s made you a poet!”
the greek cook just smiled.

every other word—
“he was just a kid back then.

the greek glommed onto—
him fast, wouldn’t you, my dear?
blonde, petite, cute smile.

gulf stream running blue—
both of them dancing at night
there on the poop deck.

ship hissing thru waves—
waxing moon sailing above
off the tortugas.

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