John Berryman
Dream Song 117: Disturbed, when Henry returned with a hustler
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Disturbed when Henry returned—
With a handsome young hustler
I thought of razors & skating-rinks
He picked him up downtown—
After all it was the Christmas season
It was just merely a little hobby
__________________
They were there in bed—
Like in those old National Geographic
Magazines in the dentist’s office
I felt horribly elated & vague about it—
Chilly as the Snow of Mt. Kilimanjaro
Getting my tooth yanked outta me
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I’d lost my love for Henry years ago—
At least that’s what I thought but now
I felt like poor dying Gregory Peck
Desultory and rotten feeling about—
Wasting all my time being a writer
And running around like an idiot
__________________
Disturbed when Henry returned—
With a handsome young hustler
I thought of razors & skating-rinks
He picked him up downtown—
After all it was the Christmas season
It was just merely a little hobby
__________________
They were there in bed—
Like in those old National Geographic
Magazines in the dentist’s office
I felt horribly elated & vague about it—
Chilly as the Snow of Mt. Kilimanjaro
Getting my tooth yanked outta me
________________________
I’d lost my love for Henry years ago—
At least that’s what I thought but now
I felt like poor dying Gregory Peck
Desultory and rotten feeling about—
Wasting all my time being a writer
And running around like an idiot
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