from this week in June, 1977 (I was 37)
That man invented the clever light
because he could not hear
the wires sizzle
The lady danced because she
liked
clothing trailing the wind
she made
Tough guy wrote books with
and about
the shrapnel in his crotch
Paintings are painted of
horses and violins
because they taste good to
him
The caveman heaves a rock
Ponderous duck with broken
foot
swims circles in the pond
The significant scare
themselves out of it
That man will light it
That lady danced it in a
breeze
That pug put it in prose
That horse has splinters in
his teeth
That primitive retreats
hungry to the rocks
to learn a new technique
Within the dark crevice
something crackles
Over his head the first
bulb goes on
without a sound and weak as
it was
anything not dark was
bright
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