Gut-masted in mugsweaty
Indecent in small numbers,
Leaking bathwater between
Cool midnight tap baths.

Loving the potency of rooftops,
Smiling beggar greedy for a show,
Loving the congenial moisture;
Too heavy to remember the towels.

Upstairs and giggling
I'll pretend hopscotch for the
And sympathize brides.

But in the lobby,
Our marble lobby,
Our ignoble bridesmaids
Awoke from the carpet
To the stale martyrdom
of speech.
Jesus wept.