who wandered around and around at midnight in the railroad yard wonder-
ing where to go, and went, leaving no broken hearts,
who loned it through the streets of Idaho seeking visionary Indian angels
who were visionary Indian angels,
who thought they were only mad when Baltimore gleamed in supernatural
ecstasy,
who jumped in limousines with the Chinaman of Oklahoma on the impulse
of winter midnight streetlight smalltown rain,
who broke down crying in white gymnasiums naked and trembling before
the machinery of other skeletons


-Allen Ginsberg