Dig this Daddio:


the ass by saintly the sailors, caresses of Atlantic and
Caribbean love, who balled in the lake, who went out whoring through
Colorado in myriad stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these poems,
cocksman and Adonis of Denver-joy to the last gyzym of consciousness, in
the supernatural darkness of contemplating jazz, hallucinating
Arkansas and Blake-light tragedy among the scholars of war, who cowered
in unshaven rooms in underwear, burning their


Seed me again

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