St. Maximus is maximum tonight,
Under just two gins and tonic;
Manic over some or other lover –
Pen in hand and glass in other.

St. Maximus is last to leave tonight;
The bar on Ocean Boulevard, he sits,
Margaritas over ocean breezes,
Heart and arteries are seizing.

St. Maximus won’t last the night;
The cup he drinks is rich and bitter,
He dreams about the funeral wine –
His lover calls him hither.