We're
almost there he sd, which means to make
Him
supple again, wich means to flesh Him out,
Extend?
perhaps Baruch would say & take
some
soup or toke, for we had heard about
his
fancy for a puff & liked his pipe.
It's
something in this thing of one & aught,
some
ancient, primal, irreducible pip
at
the beginning, wich wld be a point.
But could it be that all we have is hope,
the
truth of faith, the struggle for a hint
from
Him, to whom we pray and raise a roof
and
say it's a temple? Now, Midway ain't no saint
sd
Reynolds, that's for sure, and if you want proof
just
look him over, he's sick & thin & white,
and
if there's any smoother, silkier calf
than
his, I'm Lincoln's grandfather. That's right,
I
says, & let me tell you all about it,
like
Tuco, who had felt the rope pull tight,
&
as for yr ass, you cld feel the devil bite it!
We're
coming closer to the devil's tower
whan
the 19 seventees became excited
w
visions of alien & other than our
intelligence
& machinery, whan dark invaders
walked
our skies and workd w unseen power
&
used the Force to stump the silly raiders
of
Cosmos who had gone to the other side
&
dumbly swung for Chaos 'gainst the Creator's
will.
This Davies' 9th's no joke, than Midway sd
but
hath a certain twang of Richard Strauss
leastways
at's how it struck me in the head.
3.15.16
