who hiccupped endlessly trying to giggle but wound up with a sob behind
a partition in a Turkish Bath when the blonde & naked angel came to
pierce them with a sword,
who sweetened the snatches of a million girls trembling in the sunset, and
were red eyed in the morning but prepared to sweeten the snatch of
the sunrise, flashing buttocks under barns and naked in the lake,
who walked all night with their shoes full of blood on the snowbank docks
waiting for a door in the East River to open to a room full of steam-
heat and opium,
who wept at the romance of the streets with their pushcarts full of onions
who presented themselves on the granite steps of the madhouse with
shaven heads and harlequin speech of suicide, demanding instanta-
neous lobotomy


-Allen Ginsberg