ode to rome
frilly cake-like silhouettes
baroque crashing down in whirls
Roman pavement,
bumpy bike-rides,
some black puddles with yesterday’s paper
Roman saleclerks
grumbling behind you
try hello, smile, no response
Roman clergy
much too elegant, tunics floating
outlining youthful flush
Such beauty oozing
such contradictorial sophistic
che me ne frega philosophy
Doing in Rome as the Romans do
love me but love yourself more
