A Bad Night on Third Avenue

One of my frequent little
deaths jumped on my back
and poisoned in my ear

that you my Cynthia were
last night seen drunk in
the Stork Club with an

advertising man [& what
cuts worse a television
man] and that you left

there with that spreadleg
look smeared on your face
like paint Propertius wait-

ed for you till they closed
up Paddy's Bar & then went
home to hate his bed alone.