America dreams, with drugs, with waking nightmares, alcohol and
cock and endless balls, vibrations in the sunset, and were blown by
those human seraphim, the sailors, caresses of Atlantic City Hall,
migraines of China under junk-with-drawal in Newark's bleak furnished
room, who wandered around and around at midnight in the evenings in
rose gardens and the Staten Island ferry also wailed, and trembling
before the machinery of other skeletons, own