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By Jack Joseph Smith
His green eyes were a cat to his toes, not clawed,
but smooth and sure; He knew how to move in a way
that upset no one, when no money had been paid for
his pleasure; He was loose in the hips; a profess-
ional; but his shoulders and neck were firm from
his stomach being master; He went about his small
abode of collected toys; paintings by young women;
feathers; dried flowers; brass canisters, tarnish-
ed silver plates; his palace a medival miniture;
he strolled about it with the alertness of a fox
who has invaded your half eye sleeping in a dream
to far gone not accept a presence completely alive
outside of your control;
Animal and Jauqeline laid back; the smoke curling
from the quilts to the ceiling through the fishing
net, and spider webs neatly let firm for flies, but
of course removed when gone to dangling from aband-
onment;
Jiven took his hands away from the gutar and sang
of Hawaii in the same Black, sincere-black on white
style; Joe's fingers twisted out upon the smoke, and weaved
with the dim lantern glow. His mouth was spaced and
excited, when Jauqeline rose to put the pipe again to