There is no money in his work,
He'd rather marry.
One dark night,
My Tudor Ford climbed the hill's skull;
I watched for love-cars. Lights turned down,
They lay together, hull to hull,
Where the graveyard shelves on the town. . . .
My mind's not right.
A car radio bleats,
“Love, O careless Love. . . . I hear
My ill-spirit sob in each blood cell,
As if my hand were at its throat. . . .
I myself am hell;
Nobody's here—
Only skunks, that search
In the moonlight for a bite to eat.
An allusion to Satan in Milton’s  Paradise Lost : 
 Which way I fly is Hell, myself am Hell… 
 Also perhaps to  The Rubaiyat of Omar Khayyam  as translated by Edward FitzGerald, who was likely also influenced by Milton: 
 
 I sent my Soul through the Invisible, Some letter of that After-life to spell: And by and by my Soul return’d to me, And answer’d “I Myself am Heav'n and Hell: 
 Heav'n but the Vision of fulfill’d Desire, And Hell the Shadow from a Soul on fire, Cast on the Darkness into which Ourselves, So late emerged from, shall so soon expire. 

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