Slumped mid life's surrender In his badly fitting shoes His cure all brew grasped in his hand An outline ragged worn and bruised His baggy coats seen...
Me secretaries Given me heather Lucky she said (She's a fella) She thinks I don't know But she can't tie a bow She quivers in heels And drinks stella...
I picture grasses upward rate See swell of ash in fireside grate Sense desperate crave of hungry hound Image course of weed from ground Spot mound of...