Peter has gotten a new job

Peter has gotten a new job

as a bookstore clerk from one to ten

down by the river

in a sunny little house.

I've come to visit and I'm thumbing through

a book of poems

by Robinson Jeffers' brother.

Incoherent but

more interesting than this.

Out of the river rises a bum of a blob

dripping with water and begging a yen.

While he shivers

I call him a louse

and say This isn't Nippon, you! 

So off he roams

probably back to his mother.

He was a nut

because he wasn't a fish.