Dig this Daddio:


America rantings ashcan fire a rhythm studied open the running
Denver of underwear Moloch where wept detectives of the moon & their
heads shall be crowned with flame under the tubercular sky surrounded
by orange crates of theology, who plunged themselves under meat
trucks looking for an egg, for Eternity outside of Time, & alarm
clocks who cut their wrists three times successively unsuccessfully,
gave up and were motorcyclists, and


Seed me again

Thanks to Allen Ginsberg for HOWL, and Andrei Andreyevich Markov for an algorithm.