The docks are quiet, prawn trawlers unloading gear gar fish at the surface of the water echoing little fins like tiny waves green into the shallows.
Bubbles anchor the lagoon -- changing rivulets into sand stone walls numbered in shards of glass trade universal currency but, beware, the proprietor cobblestones up to his door, a candle in the window-stoop, a creeking gate opened as an afterthought.
Come the picaroon. Spanish adventurer lesser known rogue, thief a smile like piano keys huevos sent back.
Page 36 I've seen the parfumerie the snake pit, mongoose burrowing into the hills after serpentine fer-de-lance, want bigger things waves can't splash away, scrawled slogans to turn the human tide.
A bottle sits menacingly on the table -- a universe on its own, imagine her little water droplets the key to unerstanding a woman firm to the grasp bare-shouldered, lips to the moon in twilight.
A coin stepped on in the street perhaps a sou, a centime, centavo a petty return for rusting bells wedding the pavement, a centotaph alluding to sacrifice or toil in the fields to gain one circular disc.
Bring a case of wine those Puerto Rican girls are dying to meet you, the tune belts out and I see a yacht riding emerald waves, think of swimming out to greet her, my skin opening the water like a lizard's tongue,
Page 37 a sheaf of leaves pressed back, a rock pitched to dislodge a noisy cat.
Who tempers desire in the tropics when the air is to eat, sand golden griddles a harvest of warm wealth piled as a miser's hoard, green & more green skirting the city, experience my sacred vessel of purity. Think or cliff vines mucous, little curtains then pathways up to the final alley psychologically taut.
The Haitian effect of stars grinds the blue firmament like a cable car by night. transfixing energy.
One hears myriad tokens falling into a collection box, then the twitter of bells before the trolley steps round winds near Russian Hill
The night sky is a reservoir, a cistern stored with disturbing elements prickling the unknown in a man.
To watch as life forms, more intricate than lavender curls, so hushed their tones produce melodies like "Castor and Pollux", "Leo", "the Three Sisters", seizes any boarding pass along the remaining train of thought.