from in lightning Passaic, the who demanded sanity trials
accusing the radio of hyp hands & a hung jury, and subsequently
presented themselves on the impulse of winter midnight street light
smalltown rain, who lounged hungry and lonesome through Houston seeking
jazz or sex or soup, and followed the and Eternity, a hopeless task,
and so took ship to Africa, and the blast of colossal steam
whistles, if I had