TRISTAN TZARAthe kaolin swarms in its brain-pan
dalibouli obok and tombo and tombo its stomach is a big chest here the drum-
major intervenes and castanets
for there are zigzags on his soul and lots of rrrrrrrrrrrrrr here the reader begins
to yell
he begins to yell begins to yell then in that yell there are flutes that multiply and
corals
the reader wants to die perhaps or dance and begins to yell
he is thin stupid dirty he doesn’t understand my verses he yells
he is one-eyed
there are zigzags on his soul and lots of rrrrrrr
nbaze baze baze look at the submarine tiara which unravels in golden seaweed
hozondrac trac
nfounda nbababa nfounda tata
nbababa
—mary ann caws
The Lion Tamer Remembers
look at me and be color
later
your laugh eats sun for hares for chameleons
squeeze my body between two thick lines let famine be light
sleep sleep do you see we are heavy blue antelope on a glacier ear in the stones
lovely frontiers—hear the stone
old fisherman cold tall on new letter learn the girls in iron wire and sugar turn a
long time the bottles are tall like white parasols listen roll roll red
in the colonies
memory odor of a clean pharmacy old servant
green horse and cereals
horn cry
flute
baggage obscure menageries
bite saw do you want
horizontal to see
—mary ann caws