Streakin’

as emery borne,

as waxen surf

&, as water bored —

Ya, that she said,

‘& I was washen up

& smiled at it’,

she, as he said

a doctor read,

“You’ll have to go

full frontal, —

what to do,

they’ll hand you

that indecency;

Ya, it’s easier

strait to town

than streakin’

in two galaxies

or nine, over-

board; she’ll come

’round again