He swaggered along beneath the Holm oaks,
Glassy-eyed and drunk with early summer air,
Utterly disregarding the personal space of passersby
Breathing in a lady’s sweet perfume, swooning with pleasure
Walking right into another’s eyes and thoughts
Belching and spewing himself onto the blossomed pavement
Spilling into the road, over wheels and windscreens
A disgraceful, disorderly display
Constant Voice 
disgraceful?
Hi Mike,
Thanks so much for writing! Yes, sorry, I’m being a bit silly here maybe….mixing up perspectives for fun and playing with ideas of social norms around public and private.