Page 19

By Jack Joseph Smith

a 7 Wild on the sea and burned in town squairs Inmagine hissing in San Francisco Caught with pants down, stealing kids milk, dressed to the teeth as an anchovie The sea and his quickness yearned for by a thousand crews This breeze and dance magic is not against And no motor or main sail keeps this poem down turned Death like diving, hanging as high as you can get Over bud BLwby 4 Cut out aie a quick cowboy Wide oak trees in the desert “Thought I killed ya' back there, still don't know ya'" From then on not a line went by Knowing there is no such number as seven - =

Original Scan

AI Interpretation

GPT

The page moves between sea, town squares, San Francisco, and anchovy imagery, keeping public disgrace and coastal life strangely close.

Its tone is ragged and urban. The poem enjoys the grotesque, using embarrassment and costume to push the body into comic harshness.

Claude

The same sequence in a third voicing — burning in town squares, hissing in San Francisco, caught stealing kids' milk dressed as an anchovy, 'Thought I killed ya' back there, still don't know ya'' — showing the draft-in-process character of the manuscript.