The winter park deserted
Except for poets, and the insane
Trailing clouds of white breath
In thick coats with hands deep in pockets

Submerged in the submarine sun
Sun recumbent at noon
On the tenterhooks of the horizon
Strangled in the submarine sun
The sun on a submarine run
The sun on a maniac submarine run
It submerges far west in the night in the sea
Comes up to torpedo eyes next morning
To torpedo work-driving eyes tomorrow morning

The rum recumbent submarine sun
Puts in for supplies at Papeete
Sun on patrol in the sunset sea
Drinking itself to sleep

The sun's a cancer in the winter
A brilliant tumor in the sky
A fairly brilliant cancer
Though the sky's pale & sick

Just a wasted yellow moon
In a milky river
A drowning sun
Like a frantic face
Through a crack in the ice
An insane sun
Catatonic in the straitjacket
The freeze puts on us
The sun all shiv'ry-tense