Verlaine Green Tea

at 70 degrees

You stood on the 

door

    step

And thought about an electric water kettle

Named Esther

And bacon

     Slightly crisp

But a little bubbly

  splattering hot oil

Ouch! A splatter hit your cheek!

Goddamn!

   You laughed

And tripped over Arthur's dead body

figuratively

   The horses head reared up

    times emptiness

    Was nothing now

In the embrace of Tunisian alleys

Tosha sat in the corner

Asleep on Bedouin time 

"I'll kill that shithead."

But he was nowhere to be found.