The title of this post is also the title of the poem from which have been lifted the stanzas below. (The poem is from a collection, The Happy Birthday of Death, by Gregory Corso.) Not representative of Corso's style, the excerpts, numbered 5 and 6 in the poem, nonetheless caught my attention.
The taxi stops at the 42nd Street library
---I don't understand
Two men look into each others eyes
---one shoe is missing