The Solitude Of Late Night Poem by James McLain

Forbidden in university were such parties.
But the women came over at night.
We in the day foolishly spent all our wealth.
And we were seen on what we had spent.
Having drunk to much, I lay half awake.
More asleep that awake, I knew not.
Moving around and silent as wraith 's.
Trying to improve their poor lot's.
In a dream she came, teasing my limbs up right.
In a vague misty haze, I filled my last cup.
I was taken to court by someone I never met.
A lotus exclaimed, I planted a tree, near her bush.