A New Dream Song Newly Discovered

 

A DISCOVERED NEITHER FIT FOR DREAM NOR SONG       for J.B. who killed himself jumping off a bridge in Minneapolis, MN 

                                                                                                                

 

He seemed plastered, swell - ever the person well worth listening to: his slow bronchial tenor rolling in like fog. He puff-stopped, half-swiped his brow. Adjusted coke-bottle frames. He kept notes which he then lost. “Mother said …” he didn’t complete the thought.                                        

No toothbrush near his person. One suspects his tooth despaired. One suspects him guilty of an interest in swinging. Sodom! Gomorrah! His magnificent head   he somehow tilted heavenward    so as to consider invisible gusts and cool developments in jazz.  “Play chess?”                                                                                    “I do.” [One hic two hic.]                                                                          They play on deck under blankets.                                                                     “Scholar’s mate! [Three hic.] Oh, good God, how ridiculous!” [Four.]                                                                                                                     

How plaster tenor teeth despaired Eh?     magnificent head somehow:  Huffy Henry hid the day     huffy Henry dead.