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Glow - Ron Padgett

When I wake up earlier than you and you

are turned to face me, face

on the pillow and hair spread around,

I take a chance and stare at you,

amazed in love and afraid

that you might open your eyes and have

the daylights scared out of you.

But maybe with the daylights gone

you’d see how much my chest and head

implode for you, their voices trapped

inside like unborn children fearing

they will never see the light of day.

The opening in the wall now dimly glows

its rainy blue and gray. I tie my shoes

and go downstairs to put the coffee on.

People got a lotta of nerve - Neko Case

America read by Allen Ginsberg
(with music by Tom Waits)

The great Johnny Winter at Woodstock 1969

Suffering the Unattainable - David Dodd Lee

Large sea turtles and some whales
will outlive us, water a manifestation of wind in

   another dimension.
I had to use the shovel to hack at the wood, had to grab

a hatchet, down deep in the hole. The oak pitched around
like a ship’s mast, or I was no longer alive; perhaps I was yet

    to be
all over again, though I kept recalling your name. The verdurous roots.

In my country - Jackie Kay

walking by the waters
down where an honest river
shakes hands with the sea,
a woman passed round me
in a slow, watchful circle,
as if I were a superstition;

or the worst dregs of her imagination,
so when she finally spoke
her words spliced into bars
of an old wheel. A segment of air.
Where do you come from?
“Here,” I said. “Here. These parts.”

Love Song - Adele (The Cure cover) 
Live at the Royal Albert Hall

To My Wife - Philip Larkin

Choice of you shuts up that peacock-fan
The future was, in which temptingly spread
All that elaborative nature can.
Matchless potential! but unlimited
Only so long as I elected nothing;
Simply to choose stopped all ways up but one,
And sent the tease-birds from the bushes flapping.
No future now.  I and you now, alone.

So for your face I have exchanged all faces,
For your few properties bargained the brisk
Baggage, the mask-and-magic-man’s regalia.
Now you become my boredom and my failure,
Another way of suffering, a risk,
A heavier-than-air hypostasis.

Some girls are bigger than others - The Smiths

Head - Lydia Loveless

Florentine Pogan - Frank Zappa

To Gottfried Benn - Frank O’Hara

Poetry is not instruments
that work at times
then walk out on you
laugh at you old
get drunk on you young
poetry’s part of your self

like the passion of a nation
at war it moves quickly
provoked to defense or aggression
unreasoning power
an instinct for self-declaration

like nations its faults are absorbed
in the heat of sides and angles
combatting the void of rounds
a solid of imperfect placement
nations get worse and worse

but not wrongly revealed
in the universal light of tragedy

The Kingdom - Douglas Goetsch

A little girl in her Halloween princess costume,
purple and white, thin satin or polyester, 
a slit in the sleeve, a sweatshirt underneath 
her mother made her wear over her screams. 
Still, she couldn’t be more excited, waving 
her cardboard wand. Children need so little; 
pennies for the fountain, bread for the sparrows. 
You tell them to sit on the floor and they do. 
Even rich kids know there’s nothing better 
than a tree house, creaking in the wind. 
Talking into tin cans, gazing down at the rain, 
they understand what a kingdom is, though they 
can’t know they’ll spend their lives trying 
to get back to that high throne, that cardboard 
wand with which they conjured a future
so different from the one that arrived.

Tangerine - Led Zeppelin (Live)

The Weight - Aretha Franklin with Duane Allman