The barmaid in El Capi explained
How to get to the Roman Villa:
Across the tracks, past hotels
like broken teeth
nibbling ***** yellow air;
Along the loose beach to the far side
Of a river’s still but singing mouth, where
A riot of frogs clicked in the reeds
Beneath a trampling green heat.
We dragged down there one Saturday,
Belly’s empty of all but beer.
You wore damp grey denim and were afraid
To be seen beside the señoras;
Your pallor lurked behind blushed hair
Brushed forward across your face,
And you complained because
You could not breathe and I
Was looking at women on the way.
But you would not remember this day
Now if I were to ask, nor any
Day - so why do I?
When we stood and listened to frogs
that, like you, seek heat
To lay upon a cold heart.
Sep 24, 2015
Sep 24, 2015 at 9:13 AM UTC
The barmaid in El Capi explained
How to get to the Roman Villa:
Across the tracks, past hotels
like broken teeth
nibbling ***** yellow air;
Along the loose beach to the far side
Of a river’s still but singing mouth, where
A riot of frogs clicked in the reeds
Beneath a trampling green heat.
We dragged down there one Saturday,
Belly’s empty of all but beer.
You wore damp grey denim and were afraid
To be seen beside the señoras;
Your pallor lurked behind blushed hair
Brushed forward across your face,
And you complained because
You could not breathe and I
Was looking at women on the way.
But you would not remember this day
Now if I were to ask, nor any
Day - so why do I?
When we stood and listened to frogs
that, like you, seek heat
To lay upon a cold heart.
