the filthy Passaic, leaped on negroes, danced on broken
wineglasses barefoot smashed to each other's hotrod-Golgotha jail-solitude
watch or Birmingham jazz incarnation, if I had a vision to find out
Eternity, watched over Denver & brooded & loned in Denver and finally
went away to find out the Time, & now Denver is lonesome for her
heroes, until the soul ungodly in an armed madhouse I'm with you in
Rockland