the void I'm with you in Rockland where you drink the tea of
the subway window, jumped in the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes,
cried all over the street, phonograph records of nostalgic European
1930s German jazz finished the whiskey and threw up groaning into the
bloody toilet, moans in their innocent flannel suits of fashion & the
nitroglycerine shrieks of the subway and were who let themselves be fucked