The Collected Poems of Ted Berrigan by Alice Notley

shining air arms legs trucks passing over them glad of the volumes of meaning of the verb to find release in heaven’s care.
Don’t Forget Anger
    Never hits us the day it’s lovely gathers us up in its name who pierced the shower 40 below the heel hidden shoes the ruined exercises the shine is all night again pleasure falling off parting the bed during the biting lust. Today we speak above the noise a spyglass littered with soot scenes from the ruins boys and partners before the big bite imitating that’s the penalty denial of gain through pranks the essence of belief. I knew the world of incantations under the sheets of the neck line of the teeth behavior cloth the earth that we know we will go on rubbing. There’s this Lady she has been my friend for some years now and later glee pillsa light bulb a tongue saying the damage is done by hands over a period running overtime puzzles rising for some years journeys arms legs learning what is yours love change love remember across passion truly going into the earth No that was another earth how many goats were there on it her and her father movies glazed motives: Put the books back the brown hair simple ways premonitions chance bugles calling the powder flat white in yellow air throbbing then going on off a light lady dark lady cool nights meaning years of writing this news shunted aside before a girl whom you all know and recognize flashing on then off hear lifelong release in these intimate gaits.
What’s the Racket
    At a quarter past six he sat & said “where’s your brother? pull down thy sex it’s blue shot thru with green the head he said it’s in the milk he said “woe unto you also, ye lawyers.” Enough. The father seems willing to cooperate thus a new weather term is born, “no thought for your life and casual abductors.” Some years now have been “hot” weather, it gets you down every time. Ode To The Confederate Dead and that one, “The Man” sucks candy. Did. Its a cross between hot and cold running passion, blood, erudition, paper-bag-pooper passion, yes, he is an agent of ours, December 7th, 1941. What’s the racket? Erudition jargon current jargon, many things are current, much success which has to mean trouble. What else? Now it is thinking in more sex drugs food shelter jail and the north (south) love shall set down laws strait east gait gasp pant whoop holler Capture the Flag (Remember that?) Signs the inform burial cured sent out west to be drycleaned hanging on a line (my line) I pass out hand out among you with promises of.
The Conscience of a Conservative
    Now my mother’s apron unfolds again in my life pills black backs of books I can’t stand movies I can’t stand Snow not reminded (revealed) The World I can’t stand candid roof the ditty about the stick (introspection) because of instructions forget nights. And so we come together in this bed out of a finger gesture mouth other exercises before the big bite imitating that’s the penalty denial of gain the shine where one exercises the shine the awl the wheel the hidden shoes ruined a particular buttressing of the body. The End. No Smoking in this Room. To track the beast down. To know. The many faces of Jesse James resplendent on a rock at Spuyten Duyvil and his dog at the end of a leash chasing a tiger in advance of the broken arm beginning with a memory of childhood New York’s lovely weather absence of passion grace principles love.
July
    Lady, she has been my friend for some years sketches, I haven’t explained Actually of horror subject to neither of our laws intimate incantations under the sheets tried nothing a quivery sort of fellow hurts my forehead this shower No thought for your life and casual abductors in books I cant stand if it die. The life range examination as I am a cowboy it is unless it isnt and you imaginary scenes soot years of writing this most of it movies I cant stand a particular buttressing of the body. Olive green color. Let’s take a sentimental