I sit, Watch it go up In a cigarette haze, Dreaming of pools And tan women, A beer raised In the sunset, Wondering How far Can it go? How far Have I come? How far Has it gone? I must be silent, A cat Licking it's paws, Patient, Watching from the dimness, Waiting On the mouse, The woman, The word. A sleek cat Sliding across The sun. The breeze And the beer The breeze Across My arms, My legs, My toes. The cat returns To his quarters Purring, Waiting, On the mouse, The woman, The word.