John Berryman - Dream Song 39 lyrics

Goodbye, sir, & fare well. You're in the clear “Nobody” (Mark says you said) “is ever found out.” I figure you were right Having as Henry got away with murder For long. Some jarred clock tells us it's late Not for you who went straight But for the lorn. Our roof is lefted off Lately: the shooter, and the bourbon man And then you got tired I'm afraid that's it. I figure you with love Lifey, d**hy, but I have a little sense The rest of us are fired Or fired: be with us, and we'll blow our best Our sad wild riffs come easy in that case Thinking you over Knowing you resting, who was reborn to rest Your gorgeous sentence done. Nothing's the same Sir,—taking cover