Spring Break at the beach
me with my young pup, Dragon...

The homeless children have come to expect me
prowling the alleys in run down city streets...

In the shadow of the Swallow's Nest,
the castle at the very tip of Crimea, skulks...

My child of rage, though desperate,
is tired of running in her shoes of glass...

My ties have shortened.
Perhaps my neck got longer...

Ocean stone rises:
Fire formed, water blessed...

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

I cherish the notion
That fourteen...

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

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

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

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