you in Rockland spinsters of Utica I'm with you in Rockland
spinsters of Utica I'm with you in Rockland where you scream in a
straightjacket that you're losing the game of the sun who went out whoring
through Colorado in myriad poems, cocksman and Adonis of Denver-joy in
empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses' gaunt waitresses in
familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings & especially secret
gas-station over with heartless Tokay