Let me lay upon
your small wet grotto
amidst your dusk new
spring rain forest
spread off
+ enter
pale mountain slopes
i will go only in
of the secret cave
i will speak in tongues

Pat
1980

the richly plumed
nighting-gales
driving winged
on the dry street
looking aloofly
for
flavors
SD
August 1980
———-
Steve

A 1968 copy of Bennett Cerf’s Treasury of Atrocious Puns.

Found at the Georgetown Flea Market in September, 2004.