the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, cried all over the
street, danced on broken wineglasses barefoot smashed phonograph
records of nostalgic European 1930s German jazz finished the whiskey
and threw up groaning into the bloody toilet, moans in their hearts
who sang sweet blues to Alcatraz, Mount to tender Buddha or
Tangiers to boys Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the river! into the
street! Carl Solomon! I'm with you