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Physics Lesson
Looking out (with a worldly wobble)
from the foam of my third buck-and-a-half
bar pull special, she looked so mighty fine.
Then she opened her mouth, jeez! that accent
from wherever, grated like a rat-tail
rasp across the tin pan alley I thought
I was lying in, and she asked me (I
can still hear it), “What do you think about
fractals?” “Fractals?” I asked. “You mean like less
than one, but more than zero?” “No, Frank,” she
frowned, “not fractions, fractals.” Well, then I knew
I was in deep trouble because I don’t
know fractions from fractals, and furthermore,
I ain’t Frank. Now along with that voice that
fractured the airwaves, she had a body
that all factored in wasn’t Marilyn;
then again, I wasn’t Frank (whoever
he was). But like the air on the street, I
was cool. All debonair-like I said, “Oh,
fractals. Well, the shortest distance may not
necessarily be a straight line.” And
I was on my feet, toward fruition.
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