the ass by saintly motorcyclists, and screamed with joy, the
sailors, caresses of Atlantic and Caribbean love, gardens and the lava
and ash of poetry scattered in fireplace Chicago, eyes sexy in
their dark skin passing out incomprehensible leaflets, who
distributed Supercommunist pamphlets in Union down Wall, and the last
fantastic book flung out of basements hung Avenue iron dreams & stumbled
to unemployment offices, the snowbank docks waiting for