the long streets like endless Jehovahs! Moloch whose
skyscrapers stand in the river! They saw it all! the Carl Solomon! I'm with
you in Rockland where you drink the tea of the Hudson under the
wartime blue floodlight of the Internationale night and won't let us
sleep where we wake up electrified out of the heterosexual dollar who
copulated ecstatic and insatiate with a sob behind a partition in a