"My best Council grant, yet"

What, my dear, I'd like to
  do ( should)
        is
     draw

(and turn the valley, &
     stinky bay into)

    deer.

What the hell for?

Stipple it (stiff-brushed...) &
  drop the bitter
    vetch

—o'er which the slime runs—

   rheumy
   catch basins
         &
   muck

  right into one pot
that swings over my real cdn. coals,
   held taut to
          the unstressed steel
          & 2 good screws

          of Purdy's
          A-frame,

          Layton's
          nursing home (or

         Klein's
         psych.ward)

That's the gist of it, this time