48 Company There’s Giles again, the lanky fellow who, Working toward a Ph.D. in Greek, Likes girls (and always runs with one, a sleek Beauty at that, mirabile dictu). — But there’s one running because she was told to By Runner’s World. And some journalist has the cheek To call on us to go, seek out the weak And sick and scorned: we happy running few … Loneliness is not possible for this Long distance runner; I spend my mother wit Dodging the latest book you dare not miss, This goddamned merchandiser plucks my sleeve, Holistic priests approach — I bob and weave, I detour past the bull- and the horseshit. 95