Babies born screaming
in this town
Are miserable examples
of what happens
Everywhere.
Bein Crazy is
The least of my worries.
Now the sun's goin down
In old San Fran
The hills are in a haze
Of Shroudy afternoon—
Bent withered Burroughsian
Greeks pass
In gray felt hats
Expensively pearly
On bony suffer heads