..leaf. I am Leaf! carried by soft breezes in your arms, your hands – sticky with apricot jam, and intestinal outpourings – to distances between, ecstasy! and that Heraklean peak of everyday dreams..Pinnacle! a ‘stable’ job, Oy! see De Soto behind ‘Wheel’ in an open convertible, driving me now to relate for you the contents of this (wonderful) poem: O! fountain of youth..where! oh where didst thou go? things are not now as once they were, things! can never be what they shall be, ahh! try as I will, to swill a frozen fruit cocktail and camarones – sprinkled with licorice strips and seeds of dill – through my rubber duck’s bill, “Ducky! Ducky!” well, still, I must yet press on with the proposition that all emotions are created..equal! ======EQUAL’s!! with all the body lotions and mints and stuff, bathing in morning sun’s winter glow arranged on Bathroom’s sill, window-sill, frosty..still! sill, –counter, sill,SILL!! wot? Silly me! you see? It is not a poet’s job to decide if the poem sucked eggs or not; duck eggs, even! but what if, when..when all fall down then, then what, –WHAT?? so what if the poetry turned out, to be..not-so-bad after all? And what if, –unaccountably! someone’s heart, a person’s heart, actually! warmed to it; and the poet’s entrenched intentions, as well, on that sparse occasion, to cause waves of pleasure, rolling in over jellyfish heartstrings, washed up there..Leaf: “There, there..” (spoken here for added emphasis), string-bone connected to the heart-bone somewhere between thee armpit’s bone, on wistful shores of yesterday’s cable-car ride; with Kitty to What if..what if, too? “IF!!” “Meow.” Well so what if if you, with your sun-tan oil and towel in hand, stepped on that leaf! sucking himself along without so much as A. Leafblower’s help, skipping gaily down half-buried Boardwalk’s shattered remains by A. City..on the beach on winds parallel with fuzzy ‘Beachcomber’ (we looked at earlier); and ‘Dog’ along on a leash for the wok, too; and Leaf he went KRACKLE! beneath your soul,SOUL! souls of your feet’s, what? then what?? “Bow-wow-wow.” Well! now you’ve gone and done it, Sugar..this poem is over, it’s done (“He’s through..”), –Bye. Bye, bye, birdie, “Tweet-tweet!” “You..are..sweet.”