salt, desert, mountain, dirt

The night it rained

The night it rained
three weeks
in half an hour
the rain fell
on us
and washed
away the streets,
and we all
kept on drinking
as if it was
Weimar.

today I am crying
   for what is to come;

   after I'll get back to work,
but let me cry a while first

two o'clock,
two hundred cars,
two hundred puffs
       of petrol

It dwells beneath
whatever it is
the sun said;

in Syracuse
in a naked room,
the TV

set, the morphine.