The daily round of common task, the common growth of Mother Earth, depresses me.

 The daily round of common task, the common growth of Mother Earth, suffices me.

California. Ilfracombe -

Right back where I started Frome.

It all now seems so long ago -

My daddy was a stripper with a medicine show,

My momma was a drummer with the band.

 

If all the world was paper,

And all the seas were ink,

And all my fleas had foul disease -

What would the neighbours think?

 

ЯR

A PHILOSPHICAL POEM

Gin

Helps

AGE AND REGRET

As I get older, I look back on my earlier poems, and regret that I no longer have the creativity to write so well. But then I regret so many things, chief of which is regret.

They left his brain lying bleeding in the dust

And silently rode away