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RUBBER HAMMER

Loneliness - at the onset
A disguised caress of solitude -
Betrays to restless weightlessness.

When such ceaseless strokes
Persist, the aching touch on raw flesh
Becomes as unbearable as any whiplash.

Suzanne Pratt '68

UNTITLED

In the streets a man was born With a Pack on his back and sweat on his brow
The sea rolled in and the sea rolled out He walk? on - on to what is his
Tomorrow he's gonna stop and rest
And he walked on
On to what was his Tomorrow he'll join the trees and the mountains
There was trouble on his back In their FIXTURED roles on this vast plain .
There was work beneath his feet But what about the day after
The womb of the great cities and garbage
And still he walked on Dumps of humanity will drop more like him
He met an old friend on the road
Who told him he should stop and rest And the sea will come rolling in again
.And the sea wi ll go rolling out
There was shade beneath the tree And then they'll walk on
Cool- water in the creek They'll all walk on .

But then the sea rolled in again on
And then the sea rolled out to
what
So he walked on
On to what was his IS

The sun comes boring down these days theirs
The rains come stinging hard these days

Larry Eisenberg

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