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 in the wind she made
Tough guy wrote books with and about
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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