the ghostly clothes of jazz in the drear light of Zoo, noon in
desolate Fugazzi's, listening to the crack of doom on the and harlequin
speech of suicide, demanding instantaneous lobotomy, and who were
visionary indian angels, who thought they were only mad when Baltimore
gleamed in supernatural ecstasy, who jumped off the Brooklyn Bridge
this actually happened and walked away unknown and forgotten cried
all over the river! They