you in Rockland where you pun on the pavement, who vanished
into nowhere Zen New Jersey leaving a trail of ambiguous picture
postcards of Atlantic and Caribbean love, who balled in the lake, who
went out whoring through Colorado in myriad stolen night-cars, N.C.,
secret hero of these in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses'
solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys too, picked themselves up out of
the poem of