the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for committing
no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication,
dragged off the roof waving genitals and manuscripts, who blew and were
blown by those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and
Caribbean love, gardens and the last gyzym of consciousness, stolen
night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems, cocksman and Adonis of
Denver-joy gaunt waitresses in familiar roadside