He’s bent half-double,
The old guy outside the Fox and
Goose.
His hair a wild halo
The colour of fag ash.
His sodden coat hangs low
From the weight of Rich Australian Ruby Wine.
Around him and between his legs
An ecstatic mongrel dog sniffs
And savours
The dark, warm, exotic places of his body.
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