Woke up with the rain playing j’ass on
the roof, with the fingertips of several hands,
a wooden keyed piano, yarnstrung and stringless.
Chewing on my mosquito bit finger I remember
Westfall in Key Biscayne with Greta and Garbo Dachschundz
and the lady from the store to wich I owe 40 large,
on high cliff beachhouse lighting candles
around orchids just un-packed.
I go to the ranch,
burn a eucalyptus branch ,
guava and tabasco on crackers, the
cats still sleeping,
birds barely singing,
first cigarrette smoke
stinging my eye.