Six-Toed Tomcats

St. Petersburg, Florida, 13 January 2006

Every senile house frau and post-war

Pensioner from Piscataway to Yonkers

Retired here June of the same year

Seconds after every alligator swamp

Was back-filled with jetty dredge

Bootleg booze and sunset cruises

Smuggled from Cuba during prohibition

People in shorts dropped from the sky

Like Papa Hemingway's six-toed tomcat

Chucked in the pool from a motel balcony

Marine architects and salvage wreckers

Fishing trophy marlin and schools of skipjack

Fathoms from home-port lagoon cesspools

And predictable stops at Outback Steakhouse

Key West to munch on kookaburra wings

Hemingway Daiquiri