[Jim Hayes]

Song to Celia
After Ben Jonson

Drink to me with thine only eye
I’m trying to focus mine
to take a swig from out my cup
thou cyclopian Valentine.
This thirst that in thy soul doth lie
is slaked with Spanish wine,
I will of Jose’s nectar sup
and fill my glass from thine.

I sent thee late a dainty box,
not as a costly treat,
but bars of soap as feeling they
would help thee wash thy feet.
But thou didst only wash thy socks
and sent them on to me,
since when they grow and smell all day
not of themselves but thee.

Drink to me with thine only eye.
Off weed yer sayin’? Goodbye.