Number three.
"The poet's eye, obscenely seeing,
sees the surface of the round world with its drunk rooftops
and wooden olseaux on clotheslines.
And it's clay males and females with hot legs
and rosebud breasts in roll away beds.
And its trees, full of mysteries.
And it's Sunday parks, and speechless statues.
And it's America with its ghost towns, and empty Ellis islands,
and its surrealist landscape of mindless prairies, supermarket,
suburbs, teem heated cemeteries, cinerama holy days,
and protesting cathedrals.
A kiss proof world of plastic toilet seats, tampax and taxis,
drugged store cowboys, and Las Vegas virgins.
Disowned Indians, and cinemad matrons, unroman senators,
and conscientious non-objectors.
And all the other fatal, shorn-up fragments
of the immigrant's dream come too true and mislaid
among the sunbathers."
[APPLAUSE]