Naples has more stories
than bright light sources
[as Rome burns] – Below
my heat-sagged balcony
forlorn auld folk take on
scooter-straddled youth
[at my cobbled junction
a gawky horn’s blast will
crow – there an ethereal
meeting of sorts] – I spot
TV aerials overhead – My
battery-fattened radio is
our English companion –
a cricket commentator’ll
reiterate an inning’s fall –
mutterings are foreign in
my serviced apartment &
invert my given currency
back to pounds – I need a
breeze to settle my itch –
to offset a shaded inertia
in my secondhand city of
choice – Naples will cool –
I’ll swim in her discharge