saturday night.

at sunset i am given one of those unbelievable visual desserts, bright cerulean blue up high sinks into peach cobbler all hazy all ingredients swirled together with a flour overlay. i walk to the sea and ewade alone, slow, happy cold dark water on my feet, til a big dog comes nearly charging at me. i am almost afraid for a moment, recalling kali jones' speech about packs of wild dogs and ripping people's faces off, but it is too late for this dog is female, playful, and following me in and out of the sea. she receives burst of energy like ap uppy and bolts across the sand, stomping in sand castles biting the water and chewing a plastic bottle. she is overcome with joy and devoid of self consciousness. i realize we are in common. i envy her.
she follows me a block or so away from the sea until along comes a cute boy with a cute male dog and then she is gone gettin laid whiel i am alone.
i watch fireworks from the bridge.

in piazza duomo are two telescopes bigger than me where i line up and view the surface of the bright, beautiful colorless moon. an art exhibit of the body displayed exquisitely, i drink int he color shots, polaroid transfers, giant uncircumsized cazzi.
above the square twirl lighted gyrating toys. they are spun by merchants who blow bubbles which float along the notes of the accordion and pop on my shoulder as i sit with tourists and cockroaches on the steps of an ancient roman wall.