One for the money
two for the show . . .

1 Frenetic haze whoosh while my brain reels with eidetic whirling and my body aches the ache of balsam alive in the shoe department 2 Waiting for my girlfriend, lingerie for the sweet, patience for the weary, the sale goes on, and on my brain, the song of wrongs. Control, thou art art. Mind ache, drinking thy soup of minutes. Peanuts, this place doth reek of wealth. Poem, this is for all time, you and me 3 She returns like a cup of coffee smiling like a watermelon summer smooth as a fork lift and gracous as french lace.

28 December 1976