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David Mitchell


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always merrie & bright
 
( blues for henry miller, 9.6.80 ) 
 

no more beaujolais
no more strumpet
no more croissants
no more crumpet
no more gauloise blue
no /
      nor erik satie trumpet

& no more squirt henry
& a chunda !  hen & ah
do be
do be

do . . .

well
i read the katzenjammer kids
before i ever read you
& marvelled at this genesis
yr art laid on like glew
thinkin‘
               / how come

how come ! th flatus
all divine
eludes you in th blue
while all abt /
                       th high
domed bards
ws anglin’ at th true ?

wooah!

it ws th marriage
of heaven & hell
y wanted as yr due

wit yr squirt, henry
& y chunda !
yeah.
& y do be
doo  bee
do

truth is hen
we loved ya best when
you ws worst /
                                    didn’t know
what t’do.
yeah. human
ALL TOO HUMAN
henry
& human through
& through
                   /. . .

 

well now,

no more pernod
& no more whores
& no more publishers
& no more wars
& no more enlightened souls
to use you for their cause
                                            
   /. . .

yeah.

where books are read
before they’re burned
we will remember you

wit yor sqert
henry
& y chunder !

& yr do be do be do be do be
         do be do be do

ahem,

well now,
down heah in
little old green
new zealand
in mount eden at
20 minutes after 5
             dah da dah
dah                              Daaaaaaaaaaa

i learn on lookin’ at
the evening star you
are
no more alive . . . ! . . . merde !

                             hot dawg !
                         
       haaand jive !

better than runyon
better than thurber
better than nash
yeah.  ’n’ better than
boris karloff too &
better than johnny cash

better than mccullers &
mcclure & mckuen
who sell more books
than jesus does
cs they know jes what
they’re doin . . .

better than doris day
johnny ray
& good , good golly
miss molly
better in time , almost
i guess . . .
almost better ’n  buddy
holly !

yeah.

better ’n a tonic better ’n
home brew
& better ’n nine
tenths th heads
            / that poured the
              acid 
              on yew . . .

yeah. where books
are READ before
they’re burned
            we’ll remember you

wit yor squoit
hen
& jaw thunder

& j do be do be
      do be do be
      do be do be
             do . . .

well now,
let me say down here
at length
before this ever lovin’
little old wank is thru !

there’s still a voice
in the midnight choir
turns a crack’d lament
for you

yeah

better than yevtushenko & bicycles
( but not as good as Babi Yar )
better than harry
better than truman
yeah. & capote . . .
better than warhol & don juan b far
& quezacotl
& peyote . . .

& better ’n most of th beatniks, too
henry

with your squirt
and your chunder
and your

do be do be
do be do be
do be do be
     do . . .

well now,
I knows y hankered on th muse !
yet
ch did not deride her
&
we will not heah one
snide remark
no !
nor moreso corso snyder

yeah

& while i close
this evening star
eat
kerouac cold spaghetti
no charmaine greer
nor ginsberg tear
cd make me ferlinghetti

where books are read
before they’re burned
we will remember yew !

wit yr squirt , henry
& yr chunda , henry &

yr do
     be

     do
     be

     do
     be
     
do be
do / be  doo bee doo.

 


ęDavid Mitchell
 


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