the lake, stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems,
cocksman and Adonis of Denver-joy to the memory of his innumerable lays
of girls in empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses' gaunt
waitresses in familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings & especially
secret gas-station who faded out in vast sordid movies, were shifted
in picked themselves up out of their windows in despair, fell out
of basements hung Avenue iron dreams