I should have never moved to Laurel Canyon

You’ve taken up residence in my heart

A squatter in my mind 

That no landlord can evict 

Nor can the police beat and drag out to the streets

As you throw a party into the early hours of my dreams

Leave this place and let the windows and doors be shuttered

There is nothing for you here anymore

The power has been cut

The pool has been drained of the water as leaves and mold gather in the deep end

Yet you still lounge 

Languid and naked

All feline like

Waiting to be served by your chewed up cabana boy toy