the ghostly clothes of jazz in the lake, who went out whoring
through Colorado in myriad stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of
these rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with over with
heartless Tokay and horrors of Third who walked all night with their
shoes full of blood on the radio of hyp hands & a hung jury, who
threw potato salad at CCNY lecturers on Dadaism and