the apartment after the divorce

yes, it's an old

crummy apartment,

with bugs

and mice, one bedroom,

built fifty years

ago

when they were making everything

out of cardboard,

but i'm happy here 

after the financially

crushing divorce.

it's a waterfront

property.

go pull open that sliding glass

door, and step

out onto

my concrete stoop

and observe the man-made pond,

but hold your nose.

sometimes the sewage

backs up into it,

and the water is stagnant

with no way out.

but you should see it when

the sun sets, and you can see

all the beautiful and lovely

oil slick rainbows

that appear and

bullfrogs riding on empty

amazon boxes.

they're supposed to dredge it 

this week

for a missing body.

there was a gangland murder upstairs

in Three-B.

i thought the gunshots were

fireworks,

after hearing the

bang, bang, bang. oh well.

okay, let's go back inside,

these mosquitoes 

are killing me this year.