by Vanessa Vie

Because of my blood
Take me from behind and pray
From my fours I glimpse.

by Vanessa Vie

Seasons seasons poet-seasons
Sea daughters sea sons
People roaming the streets in a cold
February wind

I miss the Revolution bare vast bleak
Poesy come! kill my citizenship

Look at all those dogs
I wish they were Mayakovsky’s dogs!
Yea!
I wish to contribute to the government of Thel
— God’s bell

Dong ding dong ding dong
Independent Lamb — Invisible Hand
Freedom Oh Freedom.

by Vanessa Vie

Song of the Firebird
     to M.H.

I fell in Love with a bird
I am in Love with a Firebird
“Put your colours against the sky
Discover who you are”

Bird bird oh Free bird
Our Love poem is not written yet
Unwritten unbidden in True Love’s realm

So allons! mon ami   — the time has come
Winter is here and we won’t be alone.

by Anselm Berrigan

I’ve an invigorated withdrawal
In nurture posing as signatory

To certain accounts — can they
And do they.  Canned they

& done they & smoked they
& hocked they & bitched they

& lasted they & bewildered
A film about the bear

Proposing to bear down
Yielding to simplicity & wrongness

Goes off, turning away.  A do
Wrong, brimming with liquidity

Oh I don’t want to hold & sever
If you love me you’ll stop talking

The tube shaped like a doughnut
You slide into has frequency

Photos of inward structure you
Get insurance not to see, & shit

Not like the shit like milk to pick
Up on the smoky walk back to pad

& rent & crib & bunker & zone
& that & no & naw & more & no