ACTION TRACTION SATISFACTION



I just don't think my blood circulates good any more.

Let sleeping minds lie. Let the old man go, git away!

      Fly to Oxnard or to heaven, whichever soonest,

                  Moving right along.

"I could just cry."





                        PART 2



The unrefrigerated cheese grew a rind;

It did not become soft & manageable, as I had planned.

I don't cry but I like to get my own way.

            "DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE, DIE!"





                                    Boulder

                                    23:VI:87

[From a Whalen chapbook, found here.]