Noises from underground made gibber some <br />others collected & dug henry up <br />saying 'You are a sight.' <br />Chilly, he muttered for a double rum <br />waving the mikes away, putting a stop <br />to rumors, pushing his fright <br /> <br />off with the now accumulated taxes <br />accustomed in his way to solitude <br />and no bills. <br />Wives came forward, claiming a new Axis, <br />fearful for their insurance, though, now, glued <br />to disencumbered Henry's many ills. <br /> <br />A fortnight, sense a single man <br />upon the trampled scene at 2 a.m. <br />insomnia-plagued, with a shovel <br />digging like mad, Lazarus with a plan <br />to get his own back, a plan, a stratagem <br />no newsman will unravel.<br /><br />John Berryman<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/dream-song-91-op-posth-no-14/
