between the radio transmitter tower which had driven the oi-l man mad
and the loneliness of the city after midnight
the Johns Hopkins faculty club at 2:00 in the morning
and the waiting rooms of the Baltimore & Ohio Railroad
with their pulp magazines and busted up furniture
where an arm covers a face from the fatigue of the century
where a hand twitches
where a leg kicks
where the nightmare of civil defense drills is a rout
where the man in the ventilated booth
his helmet cocked
says if you reach for that phone
I will shoot you dead
where the nightmare of the post hypnotic suggestion
is the latest aide to the C.I.A.
where the nightmare of the dynamited city —
Biloxi
Chicago
Nogales, Arizona
Little Rock
Montgomery
set by the secret arm of industrialists
to pay off for the air conditioning
the TV sets
the radios and rotisseries
of their guilt and the guilt of their employees
assists the plot of the alarm clock
ultimately to blackmail the physician
whose office hours
are now half past four
and the patient who has no control
over his reflexes
the mouth of the patient eventually
must open
in the lexicon of sin
this is the privacy of murder
where the ectoplasmic scream is absorbed
by the plaster saint, slimed
by the handyman
as the scene of the crime is mopped up
with anonymity and
the locked suitcase which holds the key
in the lexicon of sin
this is the welcome home
to all survivors
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