The Pigeon-Hole Tree

"Give me your money," said the cash registrar. Heraldo smirked, cuz he didn't want to give any money. He moved to the exit of the cafe and told Cash, "Nooooooooh!" Cash wound up its fist hole and yelled at Heraldo, "Don't stop your fly feet on my damn pet carpet!" But, Heraldo Rivers already slunk away under the hot Mississippi clouds. The blue river fell sideways into the full pool of Mexico. "I just said, 'You are God.' Why are you still talking?" posed Heraldo to the pigeon-hole tree.
           Last Saturday, 6 A.M. -
Mary's breath was like a litening storm, but I dunno how. She pushed Heraldo onto the bed like a whirl of a girl, who's 4 globes short of a world, where birds don't live past 9. "Mary told Heraldo about the pigeon-hole tree," said Aly to the yellow cafe bottom.
           Lost Saturday A.B.C.
Gim flew in from Haiti at 5:35. He sat at the terminal and ordered fish and wine. He ate and drank and thot of flys and dates (the time things, not the fruits.) An older woman, 40 years old, sat at the entrance by the restrooms and played the flute. She sounded like 5,000 butterflies dancing at Earth's funeral, becuz Jupiter tried to park his Saturn at her doorstep.