Dream Song 34

77 Dream Songs (1964)

My mother has your shotgun. One man, widein the mind, and tendoned like a grizzly, priedto his trigger-digit, pal.He should not have done that, but, I guess,he didn’t feel the best, Sister,—felt lessand more about less than us … ?

Now—tell me, my love, if you recallthe 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 ofschist but small there (some).

Why should I tell a truth? when in the crackof the dooming & emptying news I did hold back—in the taxi too, sick—silent—it’s so I broke down here, in his mindwhose sire as mine one same way—I refuse,hoping the guy go home.

77 Dream Songs (1964)