Poetry Slam Tuesdays: The Hottest One for Years

Aren't the dream songs just ... dreamy? I don't think you need to know about Henry or Mr. Bones to pick up on the dreaminess. Or maybe that's why I like them so much. Cause I don't actually get it at all.

"What wonders is she sitting on, over there? The restaurant buzzes. She might as well be on Mars."

I guess Berryman didn't get the memo. Women are like, from Venus. "Where did it all go wrong?"

Anyway:

Dream Song 4

Filling her compact & delicious body
with chicken páprika, she glanced at me
twice.
Fainting with interest, I hungered back
and only the fact of her husband & four other people
kept me from springing on her

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

--Black hair, complexion Latin, jewelled eyes
downcast . . . The slob beside her feasts . . . What wonders is
she 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.