Distractions from Our Together

For Cagey
Yesterday
For me
Distractions from our together
Everywhere everyone
On the phone
In the a.m
With the cab company
My child
Crying from a bad
Dream
At the poetry
Your audience liked it
The Tumbril and the Granite
But not
Qurisioso
PurJacques
I left my
Tits at home
I thought you’d comes as
In front of the Trieste
Paul enjoying sun
Big loud
Knows every song
Except the one
Requested
Set himself up for
She needed to sit closer to where she had Jerry sit
Than…
That is,
Change seat with
Too many words for me

Sweta starches bad food
Pieced tow tha roote
But public food at Specs’
Birthday party he looked
Good again

Don’t talk to me
About last year

I told Jack I’d
Finally read the
First poem in
That fat book
Of his
Arcanes,
Arcades
It shows promise
Thanks
In the bar
I hope so
I’ll send in the bar you some poems
You do thanks
With that beautiful
Revolutionary smile
Of his

Meanwhile
Down the other end of the bar
I let Cagey go
To talk with name deleted
Former Black Power advocate
I had one digit wrong
But get it right
And call on me
I gave him the only
Printed copy of
The one I read for Tony
And his memorial
At Live Worms
Talked with Vince about the difference in oral reading of
Over the phone last nigh and before a live audience of your choice
Neeli can by the Trieste
For Aggie’s friend
I didn’t know
Memorial service
Shook hands
Went in
Laughter
Jerry me
Laughed
Arm in arm
Like a gentleman and his lady
Singing to Specs from Trieste
I can’t remember Dee’s name
Call him
I couldn’t listen to this whole story this time
After Purple’s majest’d out of Specs
Invite him
He will make time
Prol like me
Even if authodox
I gave not a member of the Revolutionary Comics Brigade
Poets
A prol like me
I say authodox he said
Even if he was an authodox
Member of the
Poet
The Tumbril and the Granite
Code: I read at Live Worms today
Too late for him to hear
I did try to
When your next reading
Is
Couldn’t have happened
If I’da been a good boy
Promise
Showed promise
Told him
Read Antonin Artud The anthology
In 1965
I did not know the date
Oh the antology
Revere Beach
Henry Satie I Ching and Artoud Anthology
And those two girls
We didn’t make it
Weiner tuned me Jack
Onto your Artho Anthology 1964
Artho core text you translate
To me and mine for over 45 years
Now
While Fred back
Ok friends Jerry and sfheart Savage
Brought me home to the door four hours after
Curfew
Pourjasques to albatross bookstore
Where I worked in San Franciso
After giving up teaching Marsha
Bellavance oh Steve Arnsten ask I read with the New
Gang of Eight with Gail Mitchell Will Dodge
He didn’t mention Craig Eisley Will’s partner
Probably not interested give him a definite yes he gave me
Rosemary’s for Rosemay manuscripts
From 20 years ago 1980s before I hit the
Circuit and another newer one
Be Bop Angel on the couch
looking for angels in the dark
shock treatment light
Snooky was right
Eli Shivers’ gone
Prol poet like me
In the front of Specs phone numbers correct
Invite Dee for dinner talk
Conversation
And the Octet to be revived
The best way for me to go out
To read as part of a poetic group or
The word is community
Alfonse and Charles Curtis Blackwell everywhere these days
Because I can’t get by myself to Bird and Beckett
Not even to the Beat Museum alone
After over 27 years I was finally invited to join the Gang
Of 8 a lifelong desire on my part
But my neck hurts after two
Where he has it set up for writer to write
Where I’d be ”just another straight working for love” 1967 all over again but with a differance

Peter, I'm slogging through this last bunch of work you've posted. I hope all is well with you.

I found this piece most interesting, though as often with your work, I find myself in need of footnotes.

Les

Peter it sounds like you hang out with some pretty interesting characters. I find you to be a pretty interesting character myself. If you're still in SF, next time I'm there to see clients, I'd like to have some coffee...with you of course.

if you're down. (with it)

Thank you both for responding...with heart, as usual. I did have 3 heart attacks in August just before I wrote the 19 experiments I posted here and the two I posted at Home Away From Home Poetry. I am doing what I am supposed to by my cardiology doctor - who says I am doing terrific - tells me: no coffee, not potassium, no caffeine, no no no...but I can live within the restraints. Yes Sherry, a bunch of wonderful characters and yes, when you come around to SF I'll make time to visit with you. I go to lots of art openings and poetry readings whenever I can escape my apartment...and I know places to go drink coffee and enjoy the company of friends.

amo,

Peter

ps, here's a recent photo:

see attached.