FF (b. l938 / Troy, NY)

Inching Into Madness, His Old Wife Still Sees Certain Things With Perfect Clarity

He's dull as dribble; when he speaks,
he reeks; his hair is falling out
in clumps. He's swag-bellied and sway-
backed. His rig hangs upside
down like a bat.
But he does
his chores, and ignores
my curses, and the other women
leave him alone.

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niceky written Frank
this reminds me of Ivor Cutler. that is a very good thing.