the morning but prepared to sweeten the snatch of the moon,
yacketayakking screaming vomiting whispering facts and shocks of hospitals and
jails and wars, who vanished into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a
suffering Eastern sweats and Tangerian bone-grind-ings and migraines of
China under junk-with-drawal in Newark's bleak furnished room,
railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, through snow toward
lonesome farms in grand-father night, and bop kabbalah because