down the rio
………………..
every dog barks at me
in these city streets
garbage from wall to wall
they look at me
with ragged teeth
and I don’t want to know them at
all.
going greek
……………….
a jilted lady – vagrant – or pioneer
attend a roman orgy in a previous year
but she just sits to the side
and folds her hands
and says no one understands
me and I’m not unlike
the curious type
and love did once tickle my loins
but I can’t do it here
because of a growing fear
that everyone here’s lost their minds
unsure of other ways
I now spend my days
observing, and often alone.
but should I get those urges
because love sometimes surges
I find myself dreaming of rome.
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