Dream Song 4

77 Dream Songs (1964)

Filling her compact & delicious bodywith chicken p‡prika, she glanced at metwice.Fainting with interest, I hungered backand only the fact of her husband & four other peoplekept me from springing on her

or falling at her little feet and crying’You are the hottest one for years of nightHenry’s dazed eyeshave enjoyed, Brilliance.’ I advanced upon(despairing) my spumoni. —Sir Bones: is stuffed,de world, wif feeding girls.

—Black hair, complexion Latin, jewelled eyesdowncast … The slob beside her  feasts … What wonders isshe sitting on, over there?The restaurant buzzes. She might as well be on Mars.Where did it all go wrong? There ought to be a law against Henry.—Mr. Bones: there is.

77 Dream Songs (1964)