現在是八月，六個月裏
我沒讀一本書，
除了一册叫《從莫斯科撤退》的東西，
作者是柯內科。
但是，我很快樂，
和我兄弟駕着車，
喝了一品脫“老鴉”酒。
我們也沒想着要去哪兒，
衹是駕着車。
如果我閉上眼睛一小會兒，
我就會嗚呼，但
我就能愉快地躺下來，永遠地睡在
這條路邊。
我兄弟用肘推了推我。
現在每一分鐘，都可能有事情發生。

It's August and I have not
Read a book in six months
except something called The Retreat from Moscow
by Caulaincourt
Nevertheless, I am happy
Riding in a car with my brother
and drinking from a pint of Old Crow.
We do not have any place in mind to go,
we are just driving.
If I closed my eyes for a minute
I would be lost, yet
I could gladly lie down and sleep forever
beside this road
My brother nudges me.
Any minute now, something will happen.