He's on a promise now
and is going down the gym,
singing bass in the miner's choir
opening beer cans with his teeth

His sleazy, red light, trash aspect,
what he calls 'the sludge wall of
cynical disappointment' is only
held back by a paper‐thin barrier
‐ you should cut him some slack

He's also swatting up on his
Leonard Cohen songs, yoga and
early Donovan stuff, and he is,
as well, unfortunately, speaking
French whenever possible