Neon in daylight is a / great pleasure, as Edwin Denby would / write, as are light bulbs in daylight. / I stop for a cheeseburger at JULIET'S / CORNER.

the fat weed that roots itself in ease on Lethe wharf

finding the length with a bevel

Now old ladies, who dare venture a-shopping, go parasolling their withered perfections along, and entertain a decided dread of injuring the immaterial whiteness of their skins, which have ceased to he compared to lilies and snows, and other sonnet-like similes, for more than thirty summers […]