the ass by saintly the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and
Caribbean love, who balled in the lake, who went out whoring through
Colorado in myriad stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems,
cocksman and Adonis of Denver-joy to the last gyzym of consciousness, in
the supernatural darkness of contemplating jazz, hallucinating
Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war, who cowered
in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their