Anne Waldman
MAUVE FLOWERS OF THE UBIQUITOUS WISTERIA
This lapse attributed to the most jarring
of opium
"Hello, monkey" they are saying for
"Hello, money"
I have misheard you children
very sorry
to
be awake now to
undeviating aromatic shrub
in your lush places
You, children, dwelling high among
the clouds and rainbows and clear blue skies
while I (harsh blue-red wine)
very sorry to be awake, tottering
under granite weeping sky
I think the secret dies with you,
the monstrous things without fur and feather
forfeit the art of leisure
The jade horse at grass beyond the ha-ha
skips and froliks while I
take a solitary dinner, an early dark bed.
