Why Can't I be married to Naui? What
lack did Acosta claim of me? Williams--
though dead gave me my First born and then wrote
about me: I'm Elsie, broken brained Girl.
She is me to me. Muse of the Mind's Poise
still the Water of Isolate Lake and Flecks.
A Cubist Tourist in Poetic Times
Ah Fine Moments at the Paterson Falls
Handsome Ian and Proper Emily
Fun Teddy Graham, like a Chocolate covered
Cookie I am. Take these words and these Breaths,
but let me Have my Say As would Williams
for "I am concerned"... your Humanity.
knows not its Reflection. A M I M E D I T
Edith Piaf, Wharton, Head, and Morris
Wilson and Comstock and VAsquez we have
Multiplied to form a Society
for Verse as "To Elsie."
Terms, through a PhD, Yellow Tassel
Flowers a Woven Thread of Poesy
crossed to Calife where LDC grew Emplumadas
A Sketch oby my octogenarian
father who draws a "perfect Yellow Fleur"
made "for Eyes to See"
Why Couldn't my Harasser be Julian,
Julio Cortazar, Julia de Burgos....
Yes, Yes I CAN found a School for Poets.