R O S W E L L

Roswell with the Plains rolling out into the Eyes

Eyes with the Plains rolling into the Bars

Bars where the Cattle cross into the Heart

Roswell where the Heart rolls out of the Bars

Bars with no Bars but Photographers arms

back from San Francisco talking of Pool

no Table no bars no way to find Home

Home from I am Roswell with the Veins in my Arms

Arms with the Plains rolling out of all Harm

Harm where you know it alive the Baby cries

Roswell with recorders & Plains with their Arms

to be one Born here St Mary's ordinary cross

Roswell with the Music He cleaned it up

Roswell with no name He never saw his town

Roswell never saw the town named from his name

Plains arms roll never knowing where they came from

Philanthropy an old thing naming from the Bars

no Bars only Home to some

trying to name an artist

who's really good at home in his voice

reading the names as they show up in the Plains

Home & Home again a name in the Bars

of Albuquerque Algodones Placitas home

Roswell with the name nobody calls it a home

Home it was & ever will be & be & be

Roswell with the name where

the flat ness rolls out

aflame in the ears to die

Roswell old home a poet born to hear what

he hears her sitting home away in the tears

he left here to come back a dozen years of solitude

a chronicle of Paradise in trees they left to die

Artesian Roswell making making

empty clothes lines

I give you Silk Stockings for Yr Empty Bars

I give you back Roswell with its empty Death Wish

I give you back what you brot me Lines with a Stick

a Bat out of Carlsbad a Bag of loose Cotton

a reaping raping raiding woman cursing with the Dry Plains

I give you a Letter the Letter Z

Z for Zones Z for Cattle Brands unknown

Z for my Home never found never wandering

A Ghost of the Lovely Host who ate his Solid Wafer

& blessed the Town to turn it back where its Hope was found once

when you let the newly found Artesian wells spill out their

Giant wealth to give it in again & take the People Hatred

Hiding in DeBremond Stadium where the Football games

pounded it in turn it in the Spring River come back

flowing flowing in all the ways of fuck again.

larry goodell

(written on envelope at Wendell Ott’s

Sunday, 7Apr74 in Roswell, New Mexico)