Anne Waldman

                             & outside my cave: the rarefied gaseous
                            envelopes of the sun, and at the end
                            of the day, telling you again my mind:


I said I can't look at the national news this evening

can't  be good in the thought of why get nervous in a
house in a body in a world
Would go further in
No
Meet me here
It's late for heroical men to be playing poker
come home men
Come home men on a Friday night
over & over


                    Now I have pleased to give you this
                    & rent my veil
                    eyes always intent to look ahead
                    to some new thing
                    contumacious, wise, loyal
                    The whip of wrath extolling virtue of
                    meekness towards friends, toward kin
                    towards enemy
                    of this bright sphere
                    I saw my true reflection past all seeming
                    I saw no heart's rest there
                    then as the air after rain will glow
                    inside itself so I myself might know
                    and you too know my actions, my obsession
                                     
                                     
                    There was a woman who left her home
                    Who left her home did she
                    She travelled afar to a land of scorn
                    To a land of fire, to a land of .......
                                     

It's late for violins but here's a list of amulets:

I like knives cause how they cut says
Girlhood fits the girl says
losing a mundane edge says
narcissistic notebook says
juniper of the west coast says
leather sac of seeds, ovary says
my bi-sexuality says
my flesh, nature of a boy says
soybeans rattle in a plastic container says
a strauss crystal because there's always sun says
also it's a musical instrument says Tuscarora Gulch says
This song book was my first exposure to poetry says
I have a poster by Rousseau on my wall back home says
You keep seeing more animals as you look harder says
Capt. Kenneth Backus , missing since 1967

next>