your arm felt nice wrapped round my shoulder

Carl Solomon! I'm with you in Rockland  where you're madder than I am  I'm with you in Rockland  where you must feel very strange  I'm with you in Rockland  where you imitate the shade of my mother  I'm with you in Rockland  where you've murdered your twelve secretaries  I'm with you in Rockland  where you laugh at this invisible humor  I'm with you in Rockland  where we are great writers on the same dreadful typewriter  I'm with you in Rockland  where your condition has become serious and  is reported on the radio  I'm with you in Rockland  where the faculties of the skull no longer admit  the worms of the senses  I'm with you in Rockland  where you drink the tea of the breasts of the  spinsters of Utica  I'm with you in Rockland  where you pun on the bodies of your nurses the  harpies of the Bronx  I'm with you in Rockland  where you scream in a straightjacket that you're  losing the game of the actual pingpong of the abyss  I'm with you in Rockland  where you bang on the catatonic piano the soul  is innocent and immortal it should never die  ungodly in an armed madhouse  I'm with you in Rockland  where fifty more shocks will never return your  soul to its body again from its pilgrimage to a  cross in the void  I'm with you in Rockland  where you accuse your doctors of insanity and  plot the Hebrew socialist revolution against the  fascist national Golgotha  I'm with you in Rockland  where you will split the heavens of Long Island  and resurrect your living human Jesus from the  superhuman tomb  I'm with you in Rockland  where there are twenty-five-thousand mad com- rades all together singing the final stanzas of  the Internationale  I'm with you in Rockland  where we hug and kiss the United States under  our bedsheets the United States that coughs all  night and won't let us sleep  I'm with you in Rockland  where we wake up electrified out of the coma  by our own souls' airplanes roaring over the  roof they've come to drop angelic bombs the  hospital illuminates itself imaginary walls collapse  O skinny legions run outside O starry spangled shock of mercy the eternal war is  here O victory forget your underwear we're free  I'm with you in Rockland  in my dreams you walk dripping from a sea- journey on the highway across America in tears  to the door of my cottage in the Western night

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