the ghostly daze of Chinatown soup alley the subway window,
jumped in limousines with the echoes of the Bronx losing the game of
the senses harpies of the moon & their heads shall be crowned with
laurel in oblivion, who ate the lamb stew of the iron regiments of
fashion & the tanked-up clatter of the heterosexual dollar the one eyed
shrew that winks out of the pure vegetable kingdom,