BLUE SKIES IN PARADISE

Greetings from the Hill





A Key West sunday, peaceful.. quiet.





No tradesmen trucks, no assholes,


overweight assholes on mopeds.





The oldman was burned out,


hosting a homeless friend and pet.


"That fucking iquana has to go,"


ranting and raving at the little fellow.





His nerves were delicate from his diet.


"Yeah, asshole, five gallons of beer,


and three joints a day....enough is


...enough, back to the plan."


The madone kept Law and Order.





The classics from Havana were silent,


the television a black silent eye,


the oldwoman shuffled about


playing her flute, driving the oldman


mad......





"Well I spent all my money at Faustos...


I guess I'll have to stay longer."


Taking the carrot cake and chocalate


icecream from the refrigerator and


settling into the editors' chair.





The oldman sighed and took his notebook


and pen........to the balcony.





A lovely breeze in the florida keys,


these Isles of the Eternal Sun,


among the friendliest people


of the world.