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oh, mama window

by Anselm Hollo

today, you look so neat & bright, today

seurat, old saxophone joe, seurat

the air of rhyming: verse & reverse

forever

the poem is fucking

warm spores

old saxophone joe is a pipe
monsieur seurat is a painter
well represented in chicago

mother’s always remarkable

the dead deer appears manufactured

where are my scissors, he shouts

buttermilk, one of life’s great pleasures

the smile in the voice
the smile in the voice produced by the body

a simple rhythm, & gaps

the way we appear with

maximal polynesian clarity

 

Anselm Hollo has had several books published. (Fall 1974)


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