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By Jack Joseph Smith
of buzz and wind turn as convincing.
(Rise to the occasion) and existence. Fad out to
the laws whyfor? Deliverence expells back to life.
The pielets were enjoying it. He seemed an insect
not at rest, nor elevated with web. It had been a
good fast, but his mind in secret paced back and
forth in want of the world again.
The copter spins up, and he twirls too.
(Savors from Nam) "Nice bird,"
Pilots: "Soft gin, and stoned so."
Animal: "Got any grass on ya"
Pilots: "Charlie, do you have a good bomb for him?"
Animal: "I'll bail you out."
Pilot: "Another rich communist."
Animal: "Twenty inch tommie guns and antelope coats."
All is resonance, and Animal is gone...