Dream Song 122: He published his girls bottom in staid pages

 He published his girl's bottom in staid pages
of an old weekly.
 Where will next his rages
ridiculous Henry land?
Tranquil & chaste, de-hammocked, he descended—
upon which note the fable should have ended—
towards the ground, and

while fable wound itself upon him thick
and coats upon his tongue formed, white, terrific:
he stretched out still.

Assembled bands to do obsequious music
at hopeless noon.
 He bayed before he obeyed,
doing at last their will.


This seemed perhaps one of the best of dogs
during his barking.
 Many thronged & lapped
at his delicious stone.

Cats to a distance kept—one of their own—
having in mind that down he lay & napped 
in the realm of whiskers & fogs.

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