No Fear Or Shame In The Dignity

In My Medicine Cabinet, The Winter Fly Has Died Of Old Age.

February Dawn -- Frost On The Path Where I Paced All Winter.

In All This Welter Of Women I Still Hadn't Got One For Myself, Not That I Was Trying Too Hard, But Sometimes I Felt Lonely To See Everybody Paired Off And Having A Good Time And All I Did Was Curl Up In My Sleeping Bag In The Rosebushes And Sigh And Say Bah. For Me It Was Just Red Wine In My Mouth And A Pile Of Firewood

The Details Are The Life Of It, I Insist, Say Everything On Your Mind, Don’t Hold Back, Don’t Analyze Or Anything As You Go Along, Say It Out.

I'd Better Be A Poet Or Lay Down Dead.