Gin-weary, temple on the pane,
      I watch the props begin to shake
      The sunlight . As we climb, the plane

1    It’s been raining six days now,
      stinks of worms. Every grocery-store
      weather mat in the whole city has been

This is what’s known
as SERIOUS BUSINESS.
That’s why the title line

How hard it was to fit the last crayon into the bulging box; like the last person who pushes onto the elevator and is resented by the insiders.

Aside from the downstate confluence of Tri-Borough, George Washington and Throgs Necks Bridges, I have placed a kleenex box at a few of the second-string stress points which parallel the New York State Thruway,—at Syracuse which is on my kitchen table and at Albany which is next to the toaster.

After long years of inner matter coming down out of the mountains of my central tract,

Get old enough so you won't have much to fear.
By then, the music plays inside your head
and everything beautiful must be learned by ear.

She thrust upwards and screamed .
Her cat woke, leapt off the windowsill,
and broke a vase containing dried Latvian flowers.

A several-headed monster most commonly found on street corners, usually after dark, especially in Brooklyn. 

Drawing draws us in-
volving us further and stretching
attention it sketches reaching