A gnat falls into my wine.I sip around him.After a while the pin-prick flotsam washesagainst the side& sticks fast.Revives.Crawls allthe way up tothe rim. Inspired,I down the rest of the winein two big gulps.
the sea was a great horrorthough of the samemind as anyto be alteredit did not know howto retire and livea private lifeready for the eveningit mattersthat the sea deliveredthe best-spoken peoplefor a song
bitter cold weather againand me with a silver headand a stone in my mouthno porridgeno porknobody I lovebut a hundred storiesand how absurd to be kingfor half an hour