o carol!

that's a chuck berry number
the stones do alot/and I feel
a good bit jagger/as I stare
out the kitchen window/at your
fine fourteen year old body
wrapt in a blue halter/small
breasts/hard muscles jean
shorts hiding shale thigh bones
covering your juices/I can
in twenty two year old
sophistication/imagine your
juices/like the swift knowing
mouth of a girl I met
first year of high school

A good example of the early poems before I spent a lot of time with Knoepfle, trying to hit his cadences. There really was a girl on 4th street named Carol (Kienzler, I believe). I never actually knew her though another member of the family, Mike was a well known Springfield journalist. I just observed this girl, mowing the neighbor's yard. It was when I was with Becky McGovern, so I wasn't actually having much of a sex life. As I was really always oversexed I did write two poems about seeing this girl mowing the grass. Perhaps a sad commentary. Or maybe a Blakeian sense of the rabelasian quality of being. The girl first year of high school was named Linda Rausch and she was kind of an early party girl for me. I only went with her to a couple of post football game dances. Fun to kiss and feel up, of course.