The darkness dawn receding
In my brain tame to the moon
Which shined in my face last night at 3 a.m.
A God like Brigitte Bardot why
Didn’t Warhol do Bardot?
Jack Kennedy would have she was born in Paris, France,
Where Billy goats roam
Montparnasse buying drawings by Modigliani in
Cafes all drunk
On absinthe and other drugs God forbid a
Feeling I am dazed by the lightning by the moon at 3