A door left open at the place I didn't rent


where a carrot colored dog steps down
into the conversation pit I think of Brian
Wilson softening a plug of hashish under
a quarter and how I couldn't figure out
how many stories there were or why it
cost so little for a place with a big pool
though a corner of the tarp was bent up
and the water so thick with sphagnum
it looked like Prell and in that bakelite
shot I said I saw tapeworms swimming
up into the blown summer I tripped on
Lenny Bruce where he was wet & baked
on the Saltillo tile and I thought of a toy
cigarette boat sputtering for fuel when
I flipped my hull I said I can't afford this