Dream Song 114: Henry in trouble whirped out lonely whines
Henry in trouble whirped out lonely whines.
When ich when was ever not in trouble?
But did he whip out whines
afore? And when check in wif ales & lifelines
anyone earlier O?â€”Some, now, Mr Bones,
â€”I am fleeing double:
Mr Past being no friends of mine,
all them around: Sir Future Dubious,
calamitous & grand:
I can no foothold here; wherefore I pines
for Dr Present, who won't thrive to us
hand over neither hand
from them blue depths nor choppering down skies
does Dr Present vault unto his task.
Henry is weft on his own.
Pluck Dr Present.
Let his grievous wives
thrall lie to livey toads.
May his chains bask.
lower him, Capt Owen, into the sun.