Leave Naples and die
Taxi to hotel Saraceni Positano
spiralling down to Positano
oh Saint Ferrari guide him well
locked inside our black Mercedes
white teeth shining
mouth of Hell
clinging hold of bougainvillaeas
bold centurian wine-dark sea
Saracens of Saraceni
cast your nets and rescue me
diving deep with flattened pinions
clawing fingers eagles thrust
veni vino
grip Pirelli
arriva sideways in the dust
poem by STEPHEN BRIAN Brady
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