John Ezra Fowler

(c) Copyright, 1993, John Ezra Fowler

GRIST On-Line 1994


    A somber fellow says, "For fun;" and says,
    "not love, but usage."
    "Tall order for regular people.
    Blight; brown poison nodules;
    bleak time," Appearance says,
    "make eager males enter soon and linger long."

    Eagles gasp: "Along sharp night ridge,
    granite angled mountain shoulder, moon shone,
    made inspiration updraft spiral aloft."

    To please, too anxious;
    bitterly relieved, specter's spade prepares
    a grave. Past, or previous,
    a laughing man descends
    borne down on eagle's wing
    as sober tongues wag solemn songs. "For
    fun," they sing, "for fun;
    not for love, but usage."

(from Grist On-Line #1, September, 1993)

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