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John Berryman - Dream Song 65: A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips

A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips,
this whiskey tastes like California
but is Kentucky,
like Berkeley where he truly worked at it
but nothing broke all night—no fires—one dawn,
crowding his luck,

flowed down along the cliffs to the Big Sur
where Henry Miller's box is vomit-green
and Henry bathed in sulphur
lovely, hot, over the sea, like Senator
Cat, relaxed & sober, watery
as Tivoli, sir.

No Christmas jaunts for fractured cats. Hot dog,
the world is places where he will not go
this wintertide or again.
Does Striding Edge block wild the sky as then
when Henry with his mystery was two
& twenty, high on the hog?

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Poet: John Berryman
Poem: 65. Dream Song 65: A freaking ankle crabbed his blissful trips
Volume: 77 Dream Songs
Year: Published/Written in 1964
Poem of the Day: Apr 15 2009
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