mother god, i am alone hot to trot? i ain't even got a home regina is cold in spring snow drifts in a parking lot but summer fire must burn weeds a man must sire pennyroyal tea morning glory seeds grow inside of me seafoam girl look down on me make me stir when esther walks down the street in the shadow of the bough where they did lie in the leaves and myrtle white was their delight supped from the stream drinking myrtle red swirling in their heads leading them to dream