Deep in the valley of the mind
Far away in the shadow of the soul
Near to the nuance of the night
Towards the faucet to get a drink of gin
Push the handle back to get a taste
Throw caution to the tornado
Hurl the Bible at the broken glass
Toss the nickel into Buckingham Fountain
Holler to her as she walks past
Mutter something made for magazines
Swallow the bitterness
Saunter like a shiny cat