HAVE A KING WITH
THE RAZORBACK
And don't go forestalling anything; Jesus
is not the light in this crowd. The denizens
of such a darkness here never penetrate
illumination, and there are crowds of Rutgers
ignorants out walking these streets : from
Suydam to George and Franklin to French
they stumble. One bar posts another, and
they're all keen to drink alike at Old Queen's.
The point of this story was to be about the
mystery of books, and private spaces, and
frat-house punks and societies that souse.
Ladies beware I say you are not safe anywhere.
The charnel house has a bib worn openly;
and the circumspect invaders arrive on foot.
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