Anne Waldman, p.1
HANNAH'S WARE
a bind the trap the
tollbooth her death's
hand on mine
Hannah:
a mistake of
proper nomenclature
a hand entwines,
gestures
go easy
brine, a toast to idiot savants
slime I tired to be but under &
crept out of, my life! pride go easy
ifs, buts, whens, wheres, okays,
lobotomies, signals of code
you are coded inbetween all lines
the red flag go easy
or blue (easier)
yellow?
white, easiest yet?
the ornery one,
all sailors at bay
& we are waiting to be whistled at
we are ladies at the turning point
Gem Spa, I see you're a current in the
summer of 1967
I love intensity of
conviction
I love you because
you are
the one who says I see, I see
& you give all doubts
to be benefited of
outrageous never
condescending
& on my forehead nowhere hidden
you see "BERNADETTE" you see "WANDER"
the lovers, the jolts, drugs, a way not taken
"LUST"? you see "LUST"?
spurned, she is all of these clairvoyants
& sure of past 20th century rushes
is never reasonable
conquer: what?
fuck: what?
all's dearth & loneliness
wanted to be beautiful for you
but they die
keep dying
& leave the palace unattended
gone into darkness, gone beyond
words burn in her void
inside old hag-seer's
antique crucible.
a bind the trap the
tollbooth her death's
hand on mine
Hannah:
a mistake of
proper nomenclature
a hand entwines,
gestures
go easy
brine, a toast to idiot savants
slime I tired to be but under &
crept out of, my life! pride go easy
ifs, buts, whens, wheres, okays,
lobotomies, signals of code
you are coded inbetween all lines
the red flag go easy
or blue (easier)
yellow?
white, easiest yet?
the ornery one,
all sailors at bay
& we are waiting to be whistled at
we are ladies at the turning point
Gem Spa, I see you're a current in the
summer of 1967
I love intensity of
conviction
I love you because
you are
the one who says I see, I see
& you give all doubts
to be benefited of
outrageous never
condescending
& on my forehead nowhere hidden
you see "BERNADETTE" you see "WANDER"
the lovers, the jolts, drugs, a way not taken
"LUST"? you see "LUST"?
spurned, she is all of these clairvoyants
& sure of past 20th century rushes
is never reasonable
conquer: what?
fuck: what?
all's dearth & loneliness
wanted to be beautiful for you
but they die
keep dying
& leave the palace unattended
gone into darkness, gone beyond
words burn in her void
inside old hag-seer's
antique crucible.