the neck and shrieked with delight in policecars for committing
no crime but their own wild cooking pederasty and intoxication,
who howled on their knees in hopeless cathedrals praying for each
other's salvation and light and breasts, who crashed through their
minds in jail waiting for blues to Alcatraz, who retired to Mexico to
cultivate a habit, or Rocky Mount to tender Buddha or Tangiers to boys or
Southern Pacific