Anne Waldman Poems

I lie in my crib midday this is
unusual I don't sleep really
Mamma's sweeping or else boiling water for tea
Other sounds are creak of chair & floor, water
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woman never under your thumb, says
skull that was a head, says
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name appears
everywhere and in dream
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I was living in San Francisco
My heart was in Manhattan
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you no longer believe in anything
movement of train, mauve waves
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in the ritual they said cast your lot in here
in the ritual you were meant to be protector
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I wore a garland of the briar that put me now in awe
I wore a garland of the brain that was whole
It commanded me, done babbling
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who wakes you up
bad scenic tapestry
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sound de-territorializes
weather
and my love clings to you
sings to you
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A trio of instruments you love the notes
indissectible & extending small rockets of delight
force to love, be loved, love accelerating
love momentum, the love to travel
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