Sunday, August 8, 2010

to john berryman

You cut a fine figure
in my brain. Almost as bad
you were at college as me -
mostly of overwork, too much socializing,
and antipathy towards idiot-teachers.
Taught well, you bucked up.
Or wavered under your head
fucked-with by frailty,

sailing towards poetry like a compass
pointed north. But there was
mama's dominion & daddy's death
to deal with, and mostly you were
busy in love (not with your wife),
whiskey or white page-inking . . .

Somewhere off that
bridge you jumped -- I hope
there's hope.

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