It is Christmas and the gods die from too much <br />Beauty, <br />I feel embarrassed from too much liquor, but the dawn <br />Knows that it will give itself to <br />Better loves, <br />While it will find me working again down deep in <br />Some little corner, <br />While there aren’t enough caracoles to get around, <br />And Alma will wipe the drool from <br />Her pretty mouth, and she will get up to leave her abolished <br />Man for the day, <br />And come nearer two me, like two electrons in an atom, <br />Dancing in mostly empty space, <br />But maybe I will take her to the beach tomorrow, <br />Or maybe I will make love to her: or maybe we’ll <br />Just f
