A n n e W a l d m a n : K e e p i n g T h e W o r l d S a f e F o r P o e t r y

N a p a l m H e a l t h S p a : R e p o r t 2 0 1 5 : S p e c i a l E d i t i o n

JUNIOR BURKE

Blues for Anne Waldman

Here come Anne Waldman, got some poems in her sack

Here come Anne Waldman, got some poems in her sack

Got some words and got some wisdom, she’s eager to unpack

Here come Anne Waldman, with her verse tucked in her throat

Here come Anne Waldman, with her verse tucked in her throat

She’s sung the whole world over, Denpasar to Laughing Goat

Here come Anne Waldman, holding magic in her hands

Here come Anne Waldman, holding magic in her hands

Aint no doubt about it, where she sits and where she stands

Here come Anne Waldman, all you suits just step aside

Here come Anne Waldman, all you suits just step aide

Her lines like blinding lasers, you won’t have no place to hide

Here come Anne Waldman, Allen Ginsberg on her arm

Here come Anne Waldman, Allen Ginsberg on her arm

Poetry’s her prajna, spreading grace and never harm.

10/01/15