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"Inside-Outside Allen Kaprow" 
by Hammond Guthrie

"Print Out Shred Out" 
by Hammond Guthrie

Poem by Geraldine Green


she drove like a crazy she drove like a beast
she drove like footsteps tapping in the street
she drove all night and she drove all day
she drove all before her out the way
she drove like a virgin drove like the sea
drove like floodgates opening to me
she drove her heart right out her mouth
drove her hair right into the clouds
she drove like a torrent flowing downhill
drove like a steam train drove where she will

she drove like a demon on its way to eternity
drove like a sailor home on leave
she drove like a lambast drove like a frown
drove like the ocean driving the wind down
drove like a leaf like a doorknob like a spell
drove like a hound howling to be free
drove like politicians drive us mad
drove like governors shackled to their fears
drove like presidents some good some bad
drove like hustlers high on speed
drove like dumpsters drove like fleas
drove like mangy dogs let off their leads
she drove me to love drove me to drink
drove me to everything so ok i'm on the brink
she drove me to distraction drove me loose
drove me to hell and back

yeah so ok i'm in love with a phantom
in love with a ghost
love with a dream that'll melt in the post
she loves me like a railroad yard
she bangs me like a brass gong

yeah ok so i can't break free
her love is like a piston
like a piston driving her love home.
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Work by Hammond Guthrie

HUAC 58 Years Letter

As my fingers plucked it from the letter box
the envelope and I began to sweat bullets -
HUAC was inviting me to attend the investigation
Cherokee DNA in my cellular magma,
Cousin Sam dead in the Alamo,
Cousin Woody singin' in heaven - and now this!
Grandma Ruchel came over from Minsk
Maybe we should go back -
back to standing in line?
Invited to answer questions about what I ask?
So - I walked a few peace demonstrations
wrote a few poems too - big deal!
I calmed my steel -
this isn't all that bad,
afterall -
I get a free trip to Washington
but the DC of peace parade
underground collectives is long over
In the old days I took target practice,
knew J. Edgar's ten best public enemies -
I was the genuine article trouble maker
Rotten apples running the show anyway,
buncha liars in dark panel suits -
who cares what they want?
Should I dress like an A-rab
carrying my own sand with me -
maybe show up with a camel or two?
Wait a second...
this letter is postmarked 1954 -
bit late don't ya think?
Now I remember, HUAC is deceased!
But - if HUAC sent me an e-mail
I'd answer it - and only if I wanted to
Falsifying paranoid dreams it seems
are still the price of security
here in the homeland
Now if I can just find my desk
I'll dive for cover!

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