Mom Dass
Larry Goodell Reading Mom Dass Placitas, New Mexico 1974
For the poem: yarn wig, mirrored bread board with poem on the back for reading, bracelet, lipstick (if used), necklace, bag for some of the above, plastic foam falsies (if used).
“Mom Dass” at the Taos Poetry Circus 1982 video by John McKloskey here https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=xjjcfONHPmM
(put on dress, wig, necklace, bracelet, carry mirror-bread-board with poem on back, enter reading)
Mom Dass
my favorite time of the afternoon when the Gurus are uruging from the presentation of their mirrors Finis Bulba Crotchet Scratchet Abhorrent Undulation in the Center I've had my Booboo twist have you had yrs ? I'm more than ordinary ordinary I'm part of something that never came before I'm Icy hot! Rot not. Wrigley's Experiment. I'm literal as Bobette Creeley I’m your next door neighbor back home ! Help me carry my baseball bat! yr Mit is too small Walter Mitty Xian doodad Why don’t you give up yr Masculine Sphinx I’m Yr doodad Yr Momdass Call me Momdass Two
Oh Stars in the Adenoids of Paradise I'm crawling all over the face of God Oh ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha I'm caught in his Beard raining down rains of old myths those Fat Old Lies because they take a Sleuth to figure them out I’m not above figuring I'm the corset of Adverbs set Free !! listen all you Indian children Yr Mother Hubba waltzes thru the adobe bricks & invites you all in.
I'm tunnel vision taken literally if you follow my course of course you will be changed — hopefully for the worse you cant get any better but this means listening at the hour the sun is casting the shadows of the leaves into yr room into the time you drink I Folly Momdass Quatorze Ramesini Douche the adobe bricks laid with holes in their centers for aeration of the Sky God what is his name oh
Tube Sun Phoebe Hardon Usurper of the Feminine Stones oh Mounds of Adult pleasure the Churches all itching for appropriate Wisdom Is it going to come from the likes of me? I am what I presume to be Mother of God was never so free to take off her clothes down town it's about time we dont count out the rhyme too many of us are just us & I'm talking to the friends I meet anew the way we break out from the boundaries Mom Dass Too Mom Dass a 3 & a 2 Mother of the Virgin Mother of the God he fucked her all the way thru She fucked him all the way thru he fucked me all the way thru she fucked me all the way thru I am stoned at the Pillar at the top & the bottom & the Goose flew up & the Pig settled down & I am the birth of the Prick oh Hubba & hubbub you idolize yr prong because it fits me & you dont go wrong I fit you to a scrape of the shoe & a bell a dish that rings when I poke my thing thru you.
I take my self off & it lays down where you thot I thot they thot we thot they oughtnt to mind that I break all rules you lay down & convert them into sound.
written 13Aug1974 premiered in the zome home of John & Cris Morgan in Dome Valley, using the stairway for the entrance larry goodell / placitas, new mexico
used to read Mom Dass
mirrored bread board with poem attached to back bracelet and plastic sponge falsies
photograph by Wayne Jones this poem & photograph appeared thanks to Richard Kallweit in Criss-Cross Communications #2 Blackhawk, Colorado 1975
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duende digital 2010 ISBN0-915008-51-3 po box 571 placitas, new mexico 87043 larrynewmex@gmail.com USA
Mom Dass
Larry Goodell Reading Mom Dass Placitas, New Mexico 1974