Another Doctor’s Love
I sit again in my beloved shop of coffee
At 6 in another of God’s lonesome Sunday mornings—
Thinking on yellow lines of cocaine—
And there is the aspect
Of another woman before me.
Yesterday, I saw a girl misty,
Not obese like the others,
And now there is a new, fine, pleasant temptress—
A geisha from Saturn—
Before my green eyes, which have cried.
The psychology of men is simple, exquisitely pitiful,
And my fantasy is simple and exquisitely pitiful too.
I was civilized when I lived on Pluto,
But now I am conquered and consumed.
I am consumed as bad as Dr. Strangelove.