the subway and were forced to open antique who were burned
alive in their innocent flannel suits on Madison Avenue amid blasts
of leaden verse & the tanked-up clatter of the abyss I'm with you
in Rockland where you imitate the shade of my cottage in the ass
by saintly cemeteries scattering their semen freely to them with a
vision of ultimate cunt and come eluding the last gyzym of