Book containing a collection of poems by James Hickey, aka Heymus.

He is a poet, thinker and do-er, although not necessarily in
that order. He dresses like a stylish cowboy and carries a
cane. He is honest most of the time, usually late for work
and early for parties. He writes while drinking coffee and
reflecting on the last nights and tomorrows. He does not
always listen to what others say but feels it anyway. His
poetry is dark and beautiful, like a city skyline, like Shiraz
in its oaken home