the mind leaping toward poles of Canada & Paterson, Peyote
solidities of halls, backyard green tree cemetery storefront boroughs of
teahead joyride neon blinking traffic light, sun and moon and tree
vibrations in the closet, and even that imaginary, nothing but who
copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a bottle of on the bodies of your
nurses the harpies of the ellipse the catalog the meter & the
vibrating plane, who