CANTO

Desolate is the roof where the cat sat,

Desolate is the iron rail that he walked

And the corner post whence he greeted the sunrise.

In hill path: "thkk thgk"

of the loom

"Thk, thkk" and the sharp sound of a song

under olives

When I lay in the ingle of Circe

I heard a song of that kind.

Fat panther lay by me

Girls talked there of fucking, beasts talked there of eating,

All heavy with sleep, fucked girls and fat lepoards,

Lions loggy with Circe's tisane,

Girls leery with Circe's tisane

wolf to curry favour for food

— born to Helios and Perseis

That had Pasiphae for a twin

Venter venustus, cunni cultrix, of the velvet marge

ver novum, canorum, ver novum

Spring overborne into summer

late spring in the leafy autumn

Always with your mind on the past....

Ad Orcum autem quisquam?

nondum nave nigra pervenit........

Been to hell in a boat yet?