Colluding on the pleasant beach
With three well-known Italian murderers,
I, haloed, spiteful, gazed at the vermillion
Wonder, Italian sunset. Wandered, I,
To foreboding palace, breezy hotel lobby,
Loitered, went off praying in evening tones,
Head bowed, I - listen for sun-dried tomato
Seller, homeward, solemn, saintly. Saintly,I
Am my knife: deadly, waiting for the Lord.
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