The roof is leaking rust.
I
shot a man on Sunday.
I'm a fugitive on Monday.
In
a wind
in the dry.
With
bloodhounds fat and unhealthy.
I may be cornered,
but I'm wealthy.
In the dry.
I used to meet my rivals.
They shoot me with their rifles.
I am by a pool.
On a blanket moist and cool.
