Rumour Had 1t

to offend (off-

hand) anyone,

or muss with

such as already

stirred up,

there’s another,

you’d reason —

& even that,

the ‘only seeming’

without result,

the color of

ink or shoes,

the spider in them

& the luck

they’re twice

the size of yours,

peninsula &

pencil each

as who should know

where what is to

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

Atka Mac’Kerel

Apropos the

Baggage Act

for Boaters,

Temple Town

to Atlantis,

in Off-Season:

plutonphiles

should exit

circumferently,

& be warier

maelstrom;

more recent

charts aren’t

catalog’d, & yet

we’re thinking

bindu-blue

with tin impress;

use footrests,

please, near to

efffloresce