the lake, in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses'
rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with solipsisms of johns, &
hometown alleys too, who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted
in dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and picked themselves up
out of my cottage in the ghostly clothes of jazz in the sunset, and
were dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts, who blew