baled hay and oil wells offered the best possibilities
(after one had caressed main street for an hour looking for someone who was 21)

(no one the wiser)

when we had oiled ourselves completely from those illicit wells
   and had blown our glass-packs glassless in
unprotected towns   we settled into that
midnight stupor beside the fruits of
our fathers' toils and became philosophical or amorous

at last we 'd throw up or do something
else destructive and the cars would
throb stealthily home