Recently a colleague of mine discovered what may have been the first thing I ever published. Looking backwards, it stands the test of time pretty well-maybe I was on to something.

Many thanks to Bill Manser for this blast from the past.

From the pages of Spray Starch way back in 1968.

A POEM
by Bob Luedeman

we were looking for love and found

only what apppeared to be

ourselves

because when we were so busy looking for love

there was nobody left to give love.

( the fat man in the diner said that love was bodily heat

and

the waitress didnt claim to know anything at all

and

that was the smartest thing

anyone said all night )