In 1973 I was living with Mary H. It was a wonderful month-long relationship. The problem was that it lasted six weeks.
One morning towards the end of our cohabitation, I woke up with the phrase "Famous conjunctions of intricate functions" echoing in my brain. I wondered what the hell it meant, and I realized that there was more to come out, so I got out of bed, found pen and paper, and wrote down the rest of it.
I don't know how it got there, or how it was written . I guess I wrote it. I don't remember any sort of creative process, it just came out pretty much pre-written. It took about five minutes, and it was done. Here it is.
The Fair
Famous conjunctions of intricate functions
All clandestine hide in my brain Infinite tallies of presses and dallies All whirling and swirling to drain Illusion confusion, good health in profusion Outside all are asleep in a nook With relentless intentness, a surge of presentness I once again dive for a book Be it on kings or all things, they equal have wings To wander and ponder each sphere To know these, alone these, at such time you intone these Can take you away from the here
So ramble and gamble and otherwise amble Your way through the day without care But remember the ember which burns in September
And have it to show at the Fair
