Oooh you're a naughty mess

the weather is hot and stifling/ woke with a sharp h'over so finished the night-before's wine, easing the port-like consistency with eau (most new world wines are almost as strong as port and taste not too dissimilar)/ 'd mater for lunch and then worked a while/ jus' finished lenny bruce's auto. for the second time and 've started sons and lovers/ my computer's fucked so i'm working long hand/ i hope it can be fixed because i've nothing backed up and stand to loose lots of music, poetry and short stories/ 'tw'd be something of a tragedy but then, everything is as it is/ as i go about in pity for myself the clouds still drift above/