The Cantos of the Coast

I.
We have a house on the coast
in front of us
some brown rock covered with moss
in this place do not exist
'the locals'
we carried
the canvases & the colors & brushes
hammers nails
the stapler and glue
then two old and sturdy tripod
& a wooden cage to put the liquors
the morning after we met
we work with charcoal on the sketchbook
Charles Mingus and Miles Davis interspersed
John Williams and runs well
(All) with a background of soft drinks
even if it is already late afternoon
and the mist beyond the porch
it’is purple and inconsistent
we have seven large sliced ​​lemons
and we left them to transform
on a wooden board
put them in the freezer
after half an hour they will be perfect
for your whiskey 'n' soda
'As nice as the days of the universe'
says our new neighbor

II.
Wanting to be like Jackson Pollock and Lee Krasner
and decide to scatter ourselves
among the dry bushes and stinging sand
with an eye to stay to the still sea
interrupted as a twist
and one hurled away into the horizon
of ineffective ideals of short-term
on top of towels
good to wrap the apples
and the manias fixed in your hair
slip of a few kilometers on the coast
satisfied with the feeling of having something of
because you unpacked something
and keep on repeating to themselves
only once
'Slow
you're losing your age '
in exchange for a mystery on the back and the mouth
'Slow you started to look different'
every morning reading the Bible
apostrophize it in the evening
emphasizing it
contesting it
rip out it
disembodied it
punching the notes
to make a version of your
to put on the headboard of the bed
together with the Christ of Velasquez
a Hellenic black madonna
and a Vatican crucifix.

III.
We started
to imagine the days on the coast
the same way as the summers in the city
in the district from which we fled and belong
collecting our money
belong to 17 years and I would say from forever
in the morning sipping coffee at room temperature
filtered 11 hours before two in the morning
totally exhausted when saturated
staring to roll
in bed with a thud
listening to the news
lavish from the unconscious TV
declining markets
oil prices stable
continuous rise in the gold
arrested the underworld of
in the kindergarten of
two teachers raped children
the lady found dead
killed by his addict son
beaten to death
the weather will improve
and then will deteriorate over the weekend
to tell you laughing
I loved that cross line
it is not the first time you do it
I loved it
you are turned away
and go in the kitchen
to fetch water
and to get the last drop
to correct the coffee
before sinking
not before putting
teddy bear in our midst
as the child who we will never have.

IV.
We went to Mass
five in the morning
to the Irish church of the place
we had never done it
and you're wearing
that big white hat of straw
with a pink ribbon
and two wonderful sunglasses
with an impenetrable frames
and the lenses extracted from the bottom
of a Trieste absyss
many times I saw you make the same gestures
in the Irish Church as in the theater
that time the lectio magistralis
held by the philosopher on Russian literature
strangers have asked us
you know that you know what
must always be dressed in their own way
and subjected to the same
and then you say
'Hey nice, I sell good stuff
if you want the first hole
am I doing it yourself '.

V.
I admit I overdid it that night on the coast
I admit I have lost the sense of things
continue to talk about the Corcoran
and my imminent return to the Whitney & to the Biennial
you kept beating around the bush on the Dead
and I spoke of the Dead
just to make an Anglophone assonance
and there you threw the glass
and you said back in town tomorrow
you follow me, or do whatever the fuck you want
and I said I
you made a fuckin’ mess at the bar
the waiter
that kept saying no with his head
and you blamed him
and he apologized
and you said
lady is 17 years
I cannot control
these movements
I have spent an evening
I was drunk
and the car came
and I do not blame
please
I apologize
and you only asked for a whiskey
to forget
and you left a tip of ten pieces
and told me
go to apologize to me
you better use of the words.

VI.
The morning on Rue Photagraph
the metal basket
to be taken & to fill
coffee soap coke popcorn
ketchup chips soda
mayonnaise lettuce tomato Tullamore
bread eggs bacon roast beef
turkey roasted peppers
red beans and red onion
salted butter Bushmills
to the case with two baskets of metal
and the electric blue plastic handle
the latest printed memories
in a slip of paper recycled
with a farewell
after the total
thou shall be like your neighbors.

VII.
Life is different
through these blue glasses
get out of bed and settle down
in the chair opposite the bed
a brick-colored cloth chair
with dark borders even more
count on your fingers the day
that remain on the coast
beyond our borders
we ransacked
and we told the truth
the only truth
with disarming lies impassable
we staged
a fake marriage.

VIII.
When they killed the President
you ran away.

IX.
I have repeated
than that of the table in front of the left
had some similarities with me
difficult
perhaps be traced elsewhere
the way he looked things around
and seized them by the way
and the way he put his arms on the table
day should be lived
under our bell
put more color
seek more color
fill it make it cement
crowds on the surface
in the hinterland of this region
swallowing a canvas bag
for the great cry of the east coast.

X.
A photo b / w