Lawrence Hall
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Verse on the Cowling of a Model T Ford
Flapper-sips forever
No Janes
No
whisk-brooms
Warm
up your dog kennels
And
hop with that fire alarm
“This is the cat’s
particulars, the bee’s knees,”
An owl-flap gushed, “Paper
is so middlebrow
We hopper our lines on a motor
now
It’s all about the new
technologies!
“The old ways now stand
back to let us pass
The carburetor rhythms our
words with air
We write our poems with
life, with speed and flair
The beat of the banger is the
ultimate gas
“We are the apogee of
poetry and art
There is no end; there is
only our start!
“Yippee!”
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