Dig this Daddio:


the river! They saw it all! the They jumped off the roof
they've come to drop angelic bombs the in my dreams you walk dripping
from a sea- to the daisychain or grave, who demanded sanity trials
accusing the radio of hyp granite steps of the Hudson under the wartime
who ate the lamb stew of the poem of life butchered out of the
imagination or digested who sat in


Seed me again

Thanks to Allen Ginsberg for HOWL, and Andrei Andreyevich Markov for an algorithm.