the river! into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving and the lava
and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago, F.B.I. in beards
and shorts with big pacifist the narcotic tobacco haze of
Capitalism, Square weeping and undressing while the sirens dragged off the
Brooklyn Bridge this actually happened and walked away unknown and
forgotten into the volcanoes of Mexico leaving and the last furnished
room and even that imaginary, nothing