Marinara In The Marianas

Marinara in the Marianas
Tortellini at high tide
Sloppy when drives collide
Floppy, anhedonic the chords
Tonic, wiry Giannis-like
Oktapodakia, falafel out the troika
Great barrier reef with the lightness

In sharp relief, refined
With toothpicks and twine
A seaman’s knot many leagues below
Professional comebacks
Under the Tuscan sun
With an Etruscan truncheon
Fox Searchlight on the shore
Licensing Black Power music
Made by Italians

The hull breached in AAE
Vernacular barnacle anagrams
And ramshackle detritus and facilе
Kwame Ture’s face plastеred full mast
Around the port and archipelago

Is that Europe’s boot to Africa?

Where geography be cross-fading the people
Two decks at bat
Culinary wave caps, chef’s hats, bonnets
Robert Irvine yelling at me
Deadlifting the volta of a Petrarchan sonnet
Plating dishes, reading receipts
Hierarchy on high heat
In the kitchen thawing
All my frozen beliefs

Is this what it feels like to rap about the culinary arts and oceanography?

(I don’t know)

Marinara in the Marianas
Tortellini at high tide