Jimmy Wimbleton listened a first week in June.

In the ends of my fingers the itch for another man’s neck, I want to see him hanging, one of dusk’s cartoons against the sunset.This is the hate my father gave me, this was in my mother’s milk, this is you and me and all of us in a world of hoodlums-maybe so.Let us go…

In and out all day horses with thoughts of nose-bags,Men with shovels, women with baskets and baby-buggies.Six ends of streets and no sleep for them all day.The people and wagons come and go, out and in.Triangles of banks and drug stores watch.The policemen whistle, the trolly cars bump:Wheels, wheels, feet, feet, all day.In the false…

And his arms and legs. The only facesAre a river and a mountainAnd two laughing farmers.The smile of Hokusaiis under his hat.

It is long ago, Elsie Flimmerwon, I saw your mother over a washtub in a grape arbor when your father came with the locomotor ataxia shuffle.It is long ago, Elsie, and now they spell your name with an electric sign.Then you were a little thing in checked gingham and your mother wiped your nose and…

Huntington dreams of ten thousand men saying: Yes, sir.Blithery sleeps in a house six feet long.Blithery dreams of rails and ties he laid.Blithery dreams of saying to Huntington: Yes, sir.Huntington,Blithery, sleep in houses six feet long.

death laughs: Now you see ’em, now you don’t.Death is stronger than all proud men and so deathsnips proud men on the nose, throws a pair ofdice and says: Read ’em and weep.Death sends a radiogram every day: When I wantyou I’ll drop in–and then one day he comes with amaster-key and lets himself in…