a real shit show
   back it up
 the streets are full
       don't talk like that-
    you memorized the entire poem
and would recite it for a nickel
   at the dinner table
       penny a minute
     listening to julian bream
play portugese arias
  still the pumpkin pie was homemade
as was the whipped cream
and coffee
after much wine
le blanc de blanc
  you stumbled out into the hot sun
to whisper to the lizards
   run run or i'll grab your tail