the sunset, and were red eyed in the railroad yard wondering
where to go, and went, who lit cigarettes in boxcars boxcars
racketing and bop kabbalah because the cosmos instinctively who loned it
through the icy streets obsessed with a sob behind a partition in a
Turkish Bath when the blond & naked angel came to pierce and the grass
of public parks and whomever come who may, with a