Where are we going, Walt Whitman? The doors close in an hour. Which way does your beard point tonight?
(I touch your book and dream of our odyssey in the supermarket and feel absurd.)
Will we walk all night through solitary streets? The trees add shade to shade, lights out in the houses, we'll both be lonely.
- "A Supermarket in California" by Allen Ginsberg

Song:
Elephant Gun by Beirut

Art by Eugene Atget