Notebook Poems: Alli Warren IV

Here's a final poem from Alli's run at Notebook Fridays. Let me apologize in advance to Alli and Sara Larsen for posting the picture above! I couldn't resist...

THIS WILL BE THE MATERIAL OF MY SONG

another day at the sieve
administering the field

& all its relations
bound in custom

to enterprise and acquire
to load into carts

everyone wants to hang glide
in colonial paradise,

no? To stand on the brink
and make a market

of every vital nuclei?
As much in understanding

as execution
of the lops, tops and rootage

of the dragging and gathering
With whom it is permissible

with whom it is forbidden
to rub the larynx and articulators

with my habit and my uzi
and the Bishop of Worms

as an example
to the population