the morning rise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in
the lake, stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these rickety
rows, on mountaintops in caves or with gaunt waitresses in familiar
roadside lonely petticoat upliftings & especially secret gas-station who
faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted in Avenue iron dreams &
stumbled to unemployment offices, who walked all night rocking and
rolling over lofty incantations which in