john berryman transfixed by henry on the horrid day he shot
himself or took poison 1 or other to body bronze full of
electric waves and all the whiskey in charlotte WXZT radio
playing classic music lifting him cashing out of room 8
yes the summer was hot in chinatown mixed up plenty too
she bled him and feed him more booze hour by hour as he scripted
poems combing through garbage dumps dark alleys salvaging
looking for wooden ships cat eyes hypno-erotic ancient oaths
forgive-fulness golden and silver, full of gamma-rays as
dead wallpaper peels the yellow room of the notorious
sideways motel pauperized cockroaches swarming by you
as if magnified a 1000 times in coterie of a dying brain
they stored his cremated ashes in a prince albert
tobacco can mixed with bougainvillea flowers
and thorns playing polka as they moved ceremoniously
thy can of bones to wicker zoo on du-champs birthday
placing it in gorilla cage and stomped on too
a monument to life seen and unseen thru a halo in a
fur lined cage wildly scattered on the ganges
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