Italy Poem

PLANEZ TO ITALIA 

On the plane to italy

I remember thinking I'd write great poems

dedicated to the country

One day

and yet it seems that it somehow

has never happened.

Maybe learning to speak Italian

did me in somehow

because now when I'm mister English again

nothing seems to come

(I hear no real drum!).

But I do wish still sometimes that

I could write something in honor

of that "Bel Paese"

and I do wish that it would be something that

would last....

and yet it seems that

for all my dreams

That in the end I just can't .....

Do these things!

Italy evades me on the paper

Because Italy is too special

and old and sodden and ancient

To truly and easily write well about----

Hemingway was able to write well of Italy

Because he was nearly killed there, murdered

and blown up in a trench ...or a fox hole....

and then handed back his life at a hospital in

where was it

'Milano?

As for me I went to Italy

Landing in big Pisa

and then I rode around on the back

Of my buddies motorcycle

up through the mountains of Tuscany

winding on and on and on like it was

all some sort of sweet beautiful precious

Dream and

Now I sit

thinking of it and it makes me want to cry

when I realize truthfully

just how far away it all

Already is

And of course then I remember

That next year

it will be --- you know how long?

100 years since Hemingway arrived, and

3 summers since I have

arrived.

Fucking bastard
of a country!
Bitch of a land!
Che puttana bellissima.... 

indeed  how 

I loved thee,

you sweet good

wine drinking

mountains..... 
yearning
burning
again. 

Hence

I Shout

and scream:

Jesus God almighty.....

Here's my poem for Italy

at least one of them.

Now do you think you can let me back in?

I really can't bare to say it and say it and say it and say it again:

America gives me tired sad eyes.

Please let me

out

Of America

but

be nice about it.....

I am tired of all the politicking here

there is too much

politicking

and nothing ever winds up 

working anyways....

in Italy I can break my arm

and get it fixed

at no cost. 

so I just wanna go back to Italy.

Don't make a shit of a difference really,

All the other things----

Don't make a shit of a difference cause

this country

is boring me

literally

To

death------