HARRY WHO TOMATO FACE
I remember when we was young and drunk, comin’ out of the bar, laughing.
There he was an old man at forty-two, marked with disease and you gasped.
Look at you now, warping your mouth the same way.

POSEIDON
Ah, guilt. Doesn’t work. I’m pleased.
I don’t have the guts to go into old age.
Look at you. You’re so lucky. You’re all ready ruined.

HARRY WHO TOMATO FACE
You thought, “I’m a most remarkable piece of flotsam and jetsam.”
You turned out to be just about that.
The wind blows, a few twigs flutter. The sun, a light gleams on one of the ponds fronds

POSEIDON
The beauty of sick
One strives for titanic impermeability
Christ, sword in hand, admits no front entry,
Vigilant, he guards his privates!
And receives his blossoms at the back door
Puckered roses, skin dances,
Something smeared across tomorrow never comes
Oh, it comes all right. It comes.
I’m glass. I’m mirror. I’m rain.
I’m a god, fellas, and I’ll be back again.

HARRY WHO TOMATO FACE
Silence all filled up by squeals of pleasure, they rowed on.