The whole cast of them in hands passing
Jack’s gapped amassed adventure version
reads like Minneapolis at least. And
autograph
my hands with a saying for 10 minutes, specific
as in parking lots in
worse for wear, where for being
sixteen, as age. With
rock salt
In route to
Gastanks
if dreamed shouldn’t so
much tear away from itself
he said—Christ, it’s gradual the
rope burn the
finish the
tropes try to talk, either you’re
heroic; either you’re the children
or you’re the grownups.
the clearings, they and him and there
should aside
from so far anyway,
saying
they’re misfits, all of them
punchdrunk,
saying they’re
naming names:
about Paul Robeson.
