Palazzi Poems

Valletta

Valletta city:
Palazzi like clothes-lines of unwashed underware,
And stale, crumbling  cake-carnival,
A giant cheese-grater,
Across a block of holed cheese.
City-fortress without a gate,
undressed and shamed,
A gaping hole between two thighs.
Hoarse Parliament, two sizes small.
Theater-pjazza under sun and sweat,
Rain and wet, and noise annoyed,
At least cumfy plastic seats.
Piano playing his violin.
In Karnival town.