"You cannot argue with the weather."--Mrs. Eskin (my landlady)

Oh, Roberto. Enough with the threats.

Four a.m. philosophies make
the idea of something mundane
like murder much more manageable.
Besides, the bag of saltpox
has eroded through to the second floor.
If the neighbors call the cops again
I'll show them the inside
of a wasp's nest for the insane plea
we're bound to make, regardless.

Hey. Hey. HEY!

The thieves have loosened
the blood hounds from their cages,
the aviary conductor conducting
something more orchestral
than detective.
More morphine for my mint julip,
darling.
I can't bear to watch
all the fumblings this morning
I've suffered from the most awful
dreams.
I imagined everything
was governed by geometry
and nothing chaotic.
Oh, it simply sends me
the shivers.
Double the dosage on that, dear.
I don't want to feel my feelings
just yet.