Dig this Daddio:


the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, danced on broken
wineglasses barefoot smashed phonograph records of nostalgic European 1930s
German jazz finished the whiskey and who barreled down the highways of
the heterosexual dollar and the lava and ash of poetry scattered in
fireplace Chicago, who reappeared on the apartment blue floodlight of the
wards of the past journeying to each other's salvation and light and
breasts, until the soul ungodly


Seed me again

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