Di Prima, Beat Attitude

first glass bro­ken on patio no problem
for­got­ten sour cream for vege­tables no problem
Lewis MacAdam’s tough lower jaw no problem
cops arri­ving to watch bel­ly­dan­cer no problem
plas­tic bags of mel­ted ice no problem
wine on antique table­cloth no problem
scrat­chy ste­reo no problem
neigh­bor’s dog no problem
inter­vie­wer from Berkeley Barb no problem
absence of more beer no problem
too lit­tle dope no problem
lee­ring Naropans no problem
ciga­rette butts on the altars no problem
Marilyn vomi­ting in plan­ter box no problem
Phoebe renoun­cing love no problem
Lewis renoun­cing Phoebe no problem
hun­gry ghosts no problem
absence of chil­dren no problem
heat no problem
dark no problem
arni­ca scat­te­red in nylon rug no problem
ashes in bowl of blea­ched bone & Juniper ber­ries no problem
lost Satie tape no problem
loss of tem­per no problem
arro­gance no problem
boxes of emp­ty beer cans & wine bot­tles no problem
thou­sands of sty­ro­foam cups no problem
Gregory Corso no problem
Allen Ginsberg no problem
Diane di Prima no problem
Anne Waldman’s veins no problem
Dick Gallup’s bir­th­day no problem
Joanne Kyger’s peyote & rum no problem
wine no problem
coca-cola no problem
get­ting it on in the wet grass no problem
run­ning out of toi­let paper no problem
deci­ma­tion of pen­ny­royal no problem
des­truc­tion of hair clasp no problem
para­noia no problem
claus­tro­pho­bia no problem
gro­wing up on Brooklyn streets no problem
gro­wing up in Tibet no problem
gro­wing up in Chicano Texas no problem
bel­ly­dan­cing cer­tain­ly no problem
figu­ring it all out no problem
giving it all up no problem
giving it all away no problem
devou­ring eve­ry­thing in sight no problem
what else in Allen’s refrigerator ?
what else in Anne’s cupboard ?
what do you know that you haven’t told me yet ?

no pro­blem. no pro­blem. no problem.

staying ano­ther day no problem
get­ting out of town no problem
tel­ling the truth, almost no problem
easy to stay awake
easy to go to sleep
easy to sing the blues
easy to chant sutras
what’s all the fuss about ?

it decom­poses – no problem
we pack it in boxes – no problem
we swal­low it with water, lock in the trunk

make a quick gate­way     NO PROBLEM