Some young Huck Finn,
stares, hand to raggedy
hat, eyes skyward.

The rush to Europe rivals
prewar days, the Queen
Mary jampacked. Walter
Mann and his young wife
stand in Florence
Hercules at their back.

In Ptown a new cult cries
'Activate or Deteriorate.'�
Women gesticulate, fall
to their knees. Two men,
traveling salesmen for bronzed
baby shoes greet - a loud-whooping,
open armed collision.
Everybody paints one canvas.


Red rocks music,
a prehistoric sandstone
ampitheater, Stravinsky bows
while the audience shouts.
Imagine a pen not much
longer than your cigarette.

An endless flock of sheep,
great canals water valley,
flax stacked in rows,
lines of raw carrots,
one woman, head covered,
kneeling.

Queen in flood.
Moon waxing. Chanting.
Old crow driving hard.
Ice cream dixies.
Give quick rest to tired eyes.

On the back cover,
two fingered cigarette grip,
toothy smile- William Bendix.
Better tasting, cooler smoking,
eyes hot wired, always,
always, always mild.

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