A night of drinking, dawn is coming on,
my friend’s hand falls along a darkening stain
that runs from Vaugirard to Palatine

Shades of brown: rust of the dirt road in
and the gullies deepening to umber,
the taupe of winter grass along the shoulder,

Dig that tomb
Where our kin
Rest their swords

I am the cargo of infinite ships 
That star bowed and blown race their teeth 
Along a dolphin free ocean that dips

They're lying on a Mexican blanket,
she's on her back with her knees up
and he leans on one elbow,

If there is a God, he has a lot to answer for.

simple as crickets, our own light
blurred in the sparkle of particulars.

The dim prospects from this window make me ask
if should I hold you in the half-light—when morning

Once upon a time a girl named December Thought
sat alone at the top of a tree of frosted glass
where she brooded over cigarettes and coffee,

O my seventh year, the year I turned seven
O wondrous moment of departure
After you everything that happened happened in a mass of craziness and
    insanity