'NO VISITORS' I thumb the roller to <br />and leans against the door. <br />Comfortable in my horseblanket <br />I prop on the costly bed & dream of my wife, <br />my first wife, <br />and my second wife & my son. <br /> <br />Insulting, they put guardrails up, <br />as if it were a crib! <br />I growl at the head nurse; we compose on one. <br />I have been operating from nothing, <br />like a dog after its tail <br />more slowly, losing altitude. <br /> <br />Nitid. They are shooting me full of sings. <br />I give no rules. Write as short as you can, <br />in order, of what matters. <br />I think of my beloved poet <br />Issa & his father who <br />sat down on the grass and took leave of each other.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-54-no-visitors-i-thumb-the-roller-to/
