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28

MR EUCLID /

FATHER GEOMETRY

"Hips lips fingertips

How high are the stars

Let me put you there

Hips lips fingertips."

Conversation without

Mathematics is tragic

To his mind. The stock

Formulae inside his universe

Are cocks to grope_.

With.

Unable to respond behind bars

To his seven thousandth

"Good Morning"

He became Mr Euclid

of Menard, Father Geometry.

His pockets are laden

With pencils, a pencil

Pickerupper so he can

Write his freedom petition he

Has not found time to do.

His only friend is Pinky,

The black manic who puts

His penis in every hole

he finds, the fence, any

Tubular thing he plugs.

Euclid walks with his arms

Around Pinky when there are

No holes to fill or pockets

To depencil or cocks to grope;

They relate arm in arm

After supper lining up

To go back into lock-up

And another night's counting

Pencils, stars, holes

To plug up the single cell.

How many holes to fill?

How many good mornings before?

How high are minds like these

In innerplanetary travel?

How many marches til breakfast?

"Hips lips fingertips

How high are the stars

Let me put you there

Hips lips fingertips."

-Paul Mariah

ALWAYS WE WATCH THEM

They watch us always. You

And I

See their thugs drag

Blond Patrick out and down

The walk

Way to the shock room.

We know the routine. In

Weeks

Patrick will reappear

On the yard, in the circle

Walking

Walking off their casts

Muttering inconsequential

Nothings

Loudly, very loudly for all

His days to come. He is now

Among

Their number. His ears

Numbed to darkness, ache

Sput

Sputterings of electric circuit

Tangle his mind. He is engaged

To marry

The Electric Holding Company

-Paul Mariah

(Reprinted from

Paul Mariah: Personae non Gratae)