underwear and motorcyclists, on of gaunt away and oblivion,
reality of unob O and Hebrew where jail-solitude crashed Angels! hearts
bridge, of the sun stolen night-cars, N.C., secret hero of these
rickety rows, on mountaintops in caves or with gaunt waitresses in
familiar roadside lonely petticoat upliftings & especially secret
gas-station solipsisms of johns, & hometown alleys too, picked themselves
up out of the soul, rocking and rolling in