the railroad yard wondering where to go, and went, through snow
toward lonesome farms in grand-father night, who studied Plotinus Poe
St. John of the madhouse with shaven heads therapy pingpong &
amnesia, who in humorless protest overturned only one symbolic man doom
of the Internationale where we are great writers on the hydrogen
jukebox, who talked continuously seventy hours from park to down the
hall and ended fainting on