My search for spaghetti

 I'm looking for spaghetti
Under the world
Cream of the equator
warming me

I am the naive man
searching for spaghetti
I scoured deserts
Came up short

life's mysteries
and hysterias unknown to us
How long they will endure
spaghetti that's it

I was in small tugboat up the nile
grin, cigarette, ruins date palms
egret birds, young men carrying buckets
Me up here black smoke pouring out
motor Idling as we head to the mediterranean

I'm fixed on Italy
A stringy journey