On The Lock-In

lock-in
night time


i am alone
earphones


hang unused


stack of unread
century-old books


cover the table
&
the cigarettes
cut in two cast


on the surface
resemble the freckles
on a white-boy's face
dick ricardo invites
me to saint george
big dance
&


the sound of a sax
duels with the notes
of a flute on the


gallery below
brothers voices fight


to harmonize a
du-wop


i hear
shuffling of cards


   (no mail)
brothers playing
   solitaire


in the stream of solitude


who's


singing that blue
           tune?


&
brother in the nest


coughing must be doing
what i just did


I still think of
       you
&


the brothers
voices


fight a losing
         battle


&
the sox won
&


(lights out)


I thought of you
&
i masturbated
should i
fix a cup of kool-aid


latin voice sings
           to


PUERTO RICO
&
(count time)
&


the jingling of
a hack key are now


an odd sound