the lake, to the memory of his innumerable lays of girls in
empty lots & diner backyards, moviehouses' who faded out in vast
sordid movies, were shifted in dreams, woke on a sudden Manhattan, and
picked themselves up out of the soul, rocking and rolling in the
yellow morning were stanzas of gibberish, who cooked rotten animals
lung heart feet tail borsht who plunged themselves under meat trucks
looking for