ANDY CLAUSEN
I Looked In Jerry Rubin's Eyes
He had a kerchief around his
head
& a red flag in
his hand
I said Don't fight
He looked at me as if I were
vermin
I checked out the cops, they
wanted
to use their billy
clubs
their eyes charged with bad
intentions
We had a baby in
the mixer
We had to get out
of there
One large room with bath
second floor
One week the water
was brown
It wasn't a hallucination
It came out the
tap
The papers said we could try
to wash
with it, but don't drink
Broken miner, farmer,
waitress, butcher
Greek, Puerto Rican, Croat,
Serb, neighborhood
everynight clarinetist same
riff
I mean same same
samsara same
brick wall for a
view
wooden fire
escape
across the alley mother
screams
at her young
ones
Shaddup you sound like
a bunch
of hippies at the park.
Chicago,
1968