Bana Witt of San Francisco Ca, although not a Baba Lover, has consistently befriended Baba Lovers for over 30 years. Her poetry by many sources is listed with the old Beat Poets of the Bay Area, including the likes of Ginsburg, kerouac and Ferlinghetti.
We asked if she would contribute a poem, she suggested that we use this poem from her first book Compass in an Armored Car.

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Haiku for Calliope Spring day the air is still plum blossoms fall slowly                         ©Bana Witt

Leettle Dog Leetle dog in me lap in dah garden Is de only ting I can find no harm in Da Christian bang me door Dah gangsta dey at war Da locals cook da speed Like it sumptin' dat dey need Leetle dog in me lap in dah garden Is de only ting I can find no harm in Our leader dey ros clot Dey claim virtue dey no got Da power off today Like inna dah tird world way Leetle dog in me lap in dah garden Is de only ting I can find no harm in Tings are not like I bin told Da wicked get da gold To be honest --- no reward Most got no bed and board! Leetle dog in me lap in dah garden Is de only ting I can find no harm in Leetle dog in me lap Der ain't much more dan dat                         ©Bana Witt

Art Lover sometimes we become more than a legend sometimes we become a drunken dreamer rousing himself to the certian footsteps of dawn when he's just taken his hand from the sleeping breast of night When the sweetness of mother's milk still clinging to our lips and the hardness of the earth beneath our uncalloused feet we'll sing the new music in new found voices and bring to life static images from an unread book The legend is fragile and hard to decipher Who could have written it all who could have made us to be like stone statues in the hall of a paper temple calling down the gods with our frail white fists frozen in the air Hoping for some origami sage to unfold our lives wanting art like an arrogant lover wanting to find immortality in its arms                         ©Bana Witt