you in Rockland where you've murdered your twelve secretaries
I'm with you in Rockland and resurrect your living human Jesus from
the superhuman tomb where there are twenty-five-thousand mad com-
night and won't let us sleep where we wake up electrified out of the
drunken taxicabs of Absolute Reality, who jumped off the Brooklyn
Bridge this actually happened and walked away unknown and forgotten
into the ghostly daze of Chinatown