Filling her compact & delicious body <br />with chicken paprika, she glanced at me <br />twice. <br />Fainting with interest, I hungered back <br />and only the fact of her husband & four other people <br />kept me from springing on her <br /> <br />or falling at her little feet and crying <br />'You are the hottest one for years of night <br />Henry's dazed eyes <br />have enjoyed, Brilliance.' I have advanced upon <br />(despairing)my spumoni.-Sir Bones: is stuffed, <br />do world, wif feeding girls. <br /> <br />-Black hair, complexion Latin, jewelled eyes <br />downcast...The slob beside her feasts...What wonders is <br />she sitting on, over there? <br />The restaurant buzzes. She might as well be on Mars. <br />Where did it all go wrong? There ought to be a law against Henry. <br />-Mr. Bones: There is.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/filling-her-compact-delicious-body/
