If I can fasten myself to the main mast,
Bound solely by focused attention...

He is the watcher of life
the cosmos rewards him...

You can hear ragged voices crawl;
though you'd hoped to conceal them all...

Don't think I'm one to recriminate,
each of us must follow our course...

I do not want to be cuddled
or sheltered by your charms...

She stands in their hotel room
gripped by deadly weather cast...

Why do I work in a profession
Where my clients need to be babied...

How many Bosons are in a Nova,
And could you dance it to Corcovado...

Rolling Thunder Review, 1975 or 76;
The Warehouse Auditorium, New Orleans...

School's out, daughter's stuff
Takes up garage all summer...

Days on end he walks the circular rut
That describes the circumference...

PIG litigation:
Grab for too much grub, end up...