This season of writelessness
That had got one this day
According to some forms of laziness
Has not done one so much…
Than to go after a flyin’ gal
Who had invaded my writing mind
Lying here under a bamboo shed
Attending treatment of sun-ray
And the splashing salted sea water
Sipping drinks from a cocoanut shell
And the unending chat of my weighty gal
Had done me artless
Soberness borne me skills
The craft to create
Art to spin thin skin of things
Some torrents on emotions
Soberness brought me near
The craft of art