Should Have Known

                              for Miguel

A minor rumble of bad luck equals a siphon hose on my meager monetary stash but otherwise kicking slightly in the fog & drizmal of the last coupla days of sunless coastal damp.

I got an email from our mutual friend, the renegade poet, who is now ensconced in Mississippi thru a complex series of drug & alcohol related hijinx w/$20 grand scammed while circumnavigating the airwaves.

Not unlike you bracing the night air inside a hotel in Portuguese.

How long will you be doing the watusi in the Brazilian swamp?

Dedicate your prison lagoon sonnet to
Swine Flu Beach
                              & a banana tree
& give my name & address out to The Girl From Ipanema
              because when she passes
                                                each one she passes
                              rattles down into the dust.