Cove St. Trivia

by Kenneth Rosen

Cove St. Trivia
for George Lloyd

On the beaches of St. Trivia
All bodies are soulless half-naked,
Hypnotizing, gaze-gobbling
Coves and holes.  Sunlight adds
Sight’s weight to taffy’s amber
Expanses, shadows of sapphire,
And prior alabaster privacies.
Shoreline trolls, we are obedient
To evil’s innermost guiding star,
But with an intensely tentative
Languor, all while the sun’s

Acetylene hammer slaps, slops
And dissolves into rinsing lace,
Collapses as slag and retreats.
Its residue, bestirred pearl grit,
Accesses elastic hems’ tender
Sanctum sanctorum.  Nothing
Is forever.  Start at the bottom
And work your way up into beige
Iodine moss, sunset’s grenadine,
Heaven’s gentian, and the sweet
Point-blank orifice of Mt. Aetna.