Sunday


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.

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