Mt. Vesuvius
Feb 09 2011 Filed in: Jims Poems
Mt. Vesuvius
That whore I met in Naples
Gave me a gift
That would stay with me forever,
A gift that goes on giving,.
She seemed eager,
In the rented room
With her faint moustache,
Her skin the flavor
Of garlic and perfume.
But that was long ago.
I wonder what became of her,
She promised me experiences
I would not forget.
But my memories of her are vague.
Her face is lost amid a thousand faces,
And so I scratch my head in vain,
And other places.
That whore I met in Naples
Gave me a gift
That would stay with me forever,
A gift that goes on giving,.
She seemed eager,
In the rented room
With her faint moustache,
Her skin the flavor
Of garlic and perfume.
But that was long ago.
I wonder what became of her,
She promised me experiences
I would not forget.
But my memories of her are vague.
Her face is lost amid a thousand faces,
And so I scratch my head in vain,
And other places.