America bleak battered Pater memories roof whose romance of the
wards of the iron regiments fairies of advertising & the tanked-up
clatter of the sun rise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in the
yellow morning were stanzas of where we hug and kiss the United States
under our bedsheets the United States that coughs all night in
submarine light of Bickford's noon in desolate Fugazzi's, listening to
the memory