FOOD FOR THE FISHES

There are no angels on the rooftops
of Miami condominiums
You take a boat from a 7th floor balcony
Snorkel down the promenade on Lincoln Rd.
You think you hear congas in the palm trees
But it’s just the scraping of a barge anchored
to the Freedom Tower

Swim for your life!
The Haulover Sharks on a feeding frenzy
take over Bal Harbor Shopping Center
Eels with smoky eyes and rotted teeth
swirl around Sax Fifth Avenue
offer free samples of perfumes
As you swim out through the revolving door
you’re caught in a sewage vertigo

The Grandmas in pink tropical light
cling to caskets released in the flood
of Mt. Nebo Cemetery and float in a silicone slick
of cartilage from plastic surgery noses,
An exodus of hungry vanity drifts
toward some Valhalla of Permanent Beauty. . .