Sylvia, Jack and Mary Oliver

Got Sylvia sinuses
and Kerouac cravings
the head's rarely clear
and sanity's waning.

Just listen to Mary
'cause she's got it down:
purge all the madmen
and their angel howl sounds.

Get up in the morning
Dig a hole in the ground
Put your hand in the mud
And find what is found.

Listen to geese
They are harsh and exciting;
Let your soft animal body
Be joyful and frightened.

Got Sylvia sinuses
and Kerouac cravings
the head's never clear
and the mind's always raving.

Put down the bottle
and put down the pity
cry away sober
and pray for the gritty.