by Philip Lamantia
Last night Mike told me he believed the stars are alive
Today we walk with the yellow haired child
Eyes of the auctioneer’s furniture
fell into mirror specks
the mirror specks reflect Mike’s wife Jo Ann
the expanding universe of Foster’s on the corner
of Polk and Sutter
A four or five headed portrait of Ginsberg Corso McClure
Lamantia and Kerouac
I hope LaVigne paints it
Haselwood is washing his teeth
The yellow haired child like the light in Foster’s cafeteria
is making all kinds of metallic sounds in the kitchen
Publicity! Public spectacles!
Artaud writing against the superstitions of the text
The morning is burnt with smells of cooking and cooked stars
It’s the last goof!
It’s pungent silk worm disease!
It’s beautiful ship of state undulating its ribs!
from Ekstasis, Auerhahn Press, 1959