I stood there watching the struck and striken
Taking turn with cues from matches left at the foot
Plate of the empty music box needing retuning
jacks too the rest of the Havana kernels
the clubs thrown down to Friday’s girl on shore
As trains coastal trail the twine
The humidor smoking rewiring .
The sockets and three waiting to please
by the encircled Lover of sun screen art
Of peeling anaemia.
There are those that should be grateful
the rear views never made the dusted prints
before during or after late nights voyeurs.
Pollsters diary of salted course.