the lake, stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems,
cocksman and Adonis of Denver-joy to the memory of his innumerable lays
of girls in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses' gaunt
waitresses in familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings & especially
secret gas-station dreams, woke on a wire hanger in the closet, and
even that imaginary, nothing but threads of the East, Pilgrim
State's Rockland's and Greystone's foetid halls, bickering