So lady it is not that I hanker for new beginnings — confession andcopout, we know that game, it’s as real as the whiskey, the fights, the pills. And I do not start this now because the grass is green, and not because in front of us the path makes stately patterns down the slope to Grenadier and all the random ambling of the couples hangs like courtly bygones in the shining air; the old longing is there, it always will but I will not allow it. But there is you, lady. I want you to be, and I want you. Lie here on the grass beside me, hear me tie my tongue in knots.
What do You think about Civil Elegies: And Other Poems?