a
mong crum
bling people(a
long ruined streets
hither and)softly
thither between (tumb
ling)
houses (as
the kno
wing spirit prowls, its
nose winces
before a dissonance of
Rish and Foses)
until
(finding one’s self
at some distance from the
crooked town)a
harbour fools the sea(
while
emanating the triple
starred
Hotel du Golf…that notable structure
or ideal edifice…situated or established
…far from the noise of waters
)one’s
eye perceives
(as the ego approaches)
painfully sterilized contours;
within
which
” ladies&gentlemen “
— under
glass —
are:
asking.
?each
oth?
er
rub,
!berq;