Dream Song 34: My mother has your shotgun. One man wide
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Dream Song 34: My mother has your shotgun. One man wide by John Berryman
My mother has your shotgun. One man, wide
in the mind, and tendoned like a grizzly, pried
to his trigger-digit, pal.
He should not have done that, but, I guess,
he didn't feel the best, Sister,-”felt less
and more about less than us . . . ?
Now-”tell me, my love, if you recall
the dove light after dawn at the island and all-”
here is the story, Jack:
he verbed for forty years, very enough,
& shot & buckt-”and, baby, there was of
schist but small there (some).
Why should I tell a truth? when in the crack
of the dooming & emptying news I did hold back-”
in the taxi too, sick-”
silent-”it's so I broke down here, in his mind
whose sire as mine one same way-”I refuse,
hoping the guy go home.
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