4867. I'M NOT SERIOUS

I'M NOT SERIOUS

(carabinieri to the heart)

I'm not serious to say I live for fun and reap the

results of every pinnacle's high joke. This is the

handy mountain, the top of the lip, the view that

runs all the way to the Tiber. What care I now for

sadness and gloom? I watch the pasta eaters in a

form of dream, twirling their forks with intentions

and minding their own meat's business. They say,

in Italy, that traffic lights are 'for advisement only'.

I can understand, thereby, the black Fiat whizzing

by and the old yellow Alfa taking the sidewalk route.

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Once I knew grammar and what everything meant : the

very stitch of a sentence and comma. Now, by contrast, 

a thousand supple tongues are yapping and lashing at

me, and I understand nothing except the silence of my 

own lusty wishes. That nicely tuned woman over there,

turning her back to her man, wants me to look twice at 

her vehicular face : the tread and the roadway of 

someone's desire. This traffic light advises 'Stop!'.

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Glitterati and the rich; all those wealthy mavens of

marriage for money  -  things the padres and the popes

all have blessed. Make love for children only; forget making

love for the love of money; that's only what bad girls do.