Page 417
By Jack Joseph Smith
Slighted
The song and the dance and the acting,
the music too, to sweep across in color
or no color at all, o, an upgrade of thought,
I didn't think she cared, cared less; watch
the avenue, how to get the right place,, o
again back in the country, with nothing to
do, on canvess, but finally we did not lose
the sea and the money; knowing the tightrope,
on the wire; and she refuses to look out her
window,. I mean sun light through a drop cloth
No balcolny, a ground sized rectangular tile,
for me to drink on if I did, falling dead as
a door nail; and there you have it the color
of me wanting to be in your painting