the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, through snow
toward lonesome farms in grand-father night, who studied Plotinus Poe
St. John of the streets with their bridge, and rose reincarnate in
the lake, who went out whoring through Colorado in myriad stolen
night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems, cocksman and Adonis of
Denver-joy in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses' rickety rows, on
mountaintops in caves