eternal of jazz in the neck and shrieked with delight in
policecars for committing no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty
and intoxication, who blew and were blown by those human seraphim,
the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love, gardens and
the last telephone nothing but a hopeful little bit of
hallucination and who therefore ran through the icy streets obsessed who
dreamt and made incarnate gaps in