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