In Africa the wine is cheap, and it is on St. Mark's Place too, beneath a white moon. I'll go there tomorrow, dark bulk hooded against what is hurled down at me in my no hat which is weather: the tall pretty girl in the print dress under the fur collar of her cloth coat will be standing by the wire fence where the wild flowers grow not too tall her eyes will be deep brown and her hair styled 1941 American will be too; but I'll be shattered by then But now I'm not and can also picture white clouds impossibly high in blue sky over small boy heartbroken to be dressed in black knickers, black coat, white shirt, buster-brown collar, flowing black bow-tie her hand lightly fallen on his shoulder, faded sunlight falling across the picture, mother & son, 33 & 7, First Communion Day, 1941-- I'll go out for a drink with one of my demons tonight they are dry in Colorado 1980 spring snow.
Ted Berrigan - 1934-1983
Easter Monday [excerpt]
Chicago Morning To Philip Guston Under a red face, black velvet shyness Milking an emaciated gaffer. God lies down Here. Rattling of a shot, heard From the first row. The president of the United States And the Director of the FBI stand over a dead mule. "Yes, it is nice to hear the fountain With the green trees around it, as well as People who need me." Quote Lovers of speech unquote. It's a nice thought & typical of a rat. And, it is far more elaborate Than expected. And the thing is, we don't need that much money. Sunday morning; blues, blacks, red & yellow wander In the soup. Gray in the windows' frames. The angular Explosion in the hips. A huge camel rests in a massive hand Casts clouds a smoggish white out & up over the Loop, while Two factories (bricks) & a fortress of an oven (kiln) Rise, barely visible inside a grey metallic gust. "The Fop's Tunic." She gets down, off of the table, breaking a few more plates. Natives paint their insides crystal white here (rooms) Outside is more bricks, off-white. Europe at Night.