"Woe unto you O Chorazin woe unto you. Bethsaids even the very dust of your city which cleaves on us.

Voici l'esprit du New York

You'll be lucky when you collect him wear him trade him Dangle him hate him give him squeeze him
petit meres au buttocks nue beneath shorts

Braying chunks of anthrocite from the Sierra NevadaOn the pathway today Intimate cloud-swirls teach us. Tenderness forever Mr. Man Slaughter This is Mr. Torregian Yours is but another era that is over save for the next-to-ending lines

I'M COMING TO NEW YORK with my detachable teeth that could have For their worth-once graced the Faberge Easter egg collection of the Czar!

But since "the Czar" is no more My teeth are worth something only to me now I couldn't be a good member of "the Flying Wallendas" Aerialist family, for instance, (I'm getting anxious.)Since I'm afraid of heights and my teeth couldn't Take the strain Of biting the trapeze It's almost 12:00 P.M. I'm making my preparations. (musing) "What shall I bring of California to NEW YORK!" A black cave-cragg of Carmel-By-The Sea with part of the water-spray still on it Or A Puma-sound from the San Francisco Zoo at lunch-hour 

Smile of a young woman