They post with bad grammar about vile cats falling blithely from wardrobes
Spinning like dulcet balls of furious fur in a flurry to the earth
And I changed in the last year
I regard the Czech the way a frog would regard a green pond
But I am thawing again
Regaining my outward perspective and embracing people with a warm hand again
Not forcing myself to be the next John Martyn again
I would like to teach in South America next year I think
And I will, and the sun will feel good on this flabby Irishman
But that flab will go!
As I wriggle free for the pungent torpor of this funny little harbour!