Brunhilde Bloggs no fixed address. br Was very fond of cheap red wine. br Somewhat disordered in her dress. br Her voice a grating nasal whine. br br She begs for cash from passersby. br Her manner almost threatening. br Her raging thirst to satisfy br at each refusal glowering. br br A policeman tells her “move along” br and she reacts aggressively br Insists she has done nothing wrong. br But he has little sympathy br br He has no choice but to arrest br and take her into custody. br She has become a public pest. br Which no one is allowed to be br br Brunhilde Bloggs has an address br at least for several months to come. br She got what she deserved no less br but she was luckier than some. br br Who passed out cold and froze to death br in some back alley out of sight. br A victim to cold winters breath br in drunken dreams of sheer delight. br br 11-Sep-08 br br http: blog.my space.compoeticpiersbr br ivor or ivor.