Saturday Night Blues

The fish is hanging from his teeth,

The poor man holds only two dimes

And his left eye. Ocean’s current reminds

Me of the yellow white sky. Today we will see

Mr. T one last time, right before the Devil’s

Nose job. The front door stays open during

All night hours. For the rats like to hide here.

The doorbell won’t stop screaming, and the

Woman upstairs won’t stop crying. Between

Me and I, she owes me $57.