Adventures on the isle of adolescence (dedikált példány) [antikvár]

WAR Red Sun over Echo Park orbiting an unheard-of botany of disfigured statues sprung never far from the twig. Underneath this fig leaf my mother became an atheist. A persimmon's throw from Black Monday were the clack of the trolleys the stomp of the Lindy the crackle of zootsuiters spindling reefers the pixilated palms the plump Tfemple & you made in the image of banana curls, leviathan dimples & empires hemmed at the Veneris. You in the baked brick ice box the one room where you lived your whole life