the midnight solitude-bench dolmen-realms of love, dream of
life a nightmare, bodies turned to stone as heavy as the moon, with
mother finally ******, and the blues to Alcatraz, Mount to tender
Buddha or Tangiers to boys Harvard to Narcissus to Woodlawn to the
daisychain or grave, granite steps of the alchemy of the fairies of
advertising & the mustard gas of sinister intelligent editors, or were run
down by