by Bean Newton
E.W. Wilder's Foreword: A New Eclecticism
Patio Girls booming on the jambox,
curlers in her hair: thousand junkies
passed-out in the park: Coltrane barking
"catch me if you dare." The Greeks, of course,
and the Japanese, went by syllable count:
so much the better for them.
Shake from McDonald's cools my crotch,
spastic kids across the way;
the cash is on the counter, honey,
enough for us to play. Those pipes!
You sure can-
Sing it darling, sing it; make my poor ass feel
as beautiful as you look, make the lions and the lambs
lay, and steal away together.
The brook don't babble, and the brook don't sing;
the brook don't do nothing, but my poor heart sting.
Science has 17 different names for the Chinese elm.
18 Sides Monster Cream Wagon
Why I Like Recess