to my foreign lass,
may you be outside the looking glass
of my inward eyes.
surprise, surprise, surprise,
have I found my gorgeous demise?
home is not where the heart is,
for my home would be too far distant.
The yoga classes have ceased. Exercise yo mind! Delve deep into the mind of the suburban beatnick, stare into the "winter of our discontent", and find out exactly why Tony is a Writer...