To this end, and true to its title, there is no shortage of indulgence in "Ecstasy." The characters in these poems party hard; there is plenty of sex and drinking and drugs. They smoke Sobranies and down bottles of Chablis at Café Charlot in Paris. They are seasoned regulars of New York nightlife, bouncing from one downtown fixture to the next. One poem is titled "Xanax"; another is called "Poppers." There's a full section with poems dedicated to each of the seven deadly sins.