The Moon Has a Head But No Body

So why assume [she] Is cold why not Assume drunk “Legless” Can keep up pretty good though With your car in the rural night You are a passenger Your left leg lolls and Your friend reaches a hand Across the emergency brake Which points now at the base of The gearstick shaft And can point at its head But nowhere else Thus does not “Speak” And unless overused abused is Reliable Whereas anyone can misunderstand Or willfully misinterpret the Point and represent Are very different (Moon!) 6am and the snow Sent enough light upward For this window to Transmit and permit My seeing I heard more than I saw I understood less than I heard I was well read compared to But not compared to I begin to feel warm in My crotch, as if a wodge Of moist electric blanket Were stuck in there And my friend was not Riding on the other side of the brake —I mean emergency—he is not Fox-hunting and on A horse in a novel In which the brake Is a strip of greenwood He is downstairs  the coffee’s Made  but he ignores My text   He works alone And I will have to go down there