From the Poet Laureate

The 340 Club's Poet Laureate - Chris, Black Fox, Clactu - who lived on West King Street for all to brief a period in 1977 left behind a poetic legacy that is shared weejkly every Wednesday right here; further he is still producing new works and will recite his newest for all of us at the June 7th reunion. We are heading down the stretch now and here is what you can look forward to right here over the next three weeeks, after tonight, first the young Black Fox' Last Will, then his newest work written this year and lastly a barrage of vintage 1977 poetry fixated on Rock's Queen herself Bonnie Parker. So, sit back and enjoy. Here is tonight's entry:

Untitled by Christopher E. Joyce

And in the last night there was a dream
In the dream were three beings, all order, all taller, and all more firmly entrenched

Upon the uprooting they all spoke, one here, one there but in aware of everywhere
and one approaching a state on the periphery of everywhere

Their words were fumbled and could only make sense in music
There composite makes eyes spark of wishful works of wisdom, and Let it Be