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By Jack Joseph Smith
a long faced goat.
"Let my horns for a moment shine from Apollo's
sun."
Then he took a chair, and placed it in the mid-
dle of the circle court. Glistening he looked,
steadfast into the sun engaging time to be quiet,
and as he began to soundless weep he wiped his
cheeks for to turn to the young runaway.
"This place is watched. Get out of here. It
would be a mistake to be kind. Go to work for
a Japanese gardener."
The boy's plump face turned proportionate;
without protest he left, and Animal filled the
glasses with the light red wine...
The good evening was upon them. Jiven Joe play-
ing gutar, and singing show tunes; Porky and Bess,
moving his hands like Al Jolson doing "I Got Plenty
of Nothing." Doing it the way he liked. With his
lips; Animal and Jaugeline were smashed; crashed;
but for their eyes open from an inside laughter.
Joe was strut'in, as if he were doing a benefit
for thousands. And he was. When he entertained,
his entire world of faces and times passed through
his mind and sensations, as if he were both aud-
ience and player to the flashbacks of the cinima.