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John Berryman - Dream Song 95: The surly cop looked out at me in sleepJohn Berryman - Dream Song 95: The surly cop looked out at me in sleep
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The surly cop looked out at me in sleep insect-like. Guess, who was the insect. I`d asked him in my robe & hospital gown in the elevator politely why someone saw so many police around, and without speaking he looked. A meathead, and of course he was armed, to creep across my nervous system some time ago wrecked. I saw the point of Loeb at last, to give oneself over to crime wholly, baffle, torment, roar laughter, or without sound attend while he is cooked until with trembling hands hoist I my true & legal ax, to get at the brains. I never liked brains— it`s the texture & the thought— but I will like them now, spooning at you, my guardian, slowly, until at lenght the rains lose heart and the sun flames out.
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