love poetry

did you ever see an alligator
among the smoke and fog of a december afternoon
a very remarkable history this is
he'd even have his joke
the old west, the old time
i bid them all farewell
i love my hour of wind and light
blossoms of babies
for then without
so fallen
fat black bucks in a wine-barrel room
by the rude bridge
when i was broke in london
do the boys and girls still go