4294. HERE HERE MY BURNT-EMBER DREAM

HERE HERE MY

BURNT-EMBER DREAM

OK so let me in : don't go the way of the wind.

Here I am, once again, knocking at your door

and bedraggled like a fop, a madman, a creature

known to roar, a sullen misanthropic thing looking

for some more. I've lost all memory of what I ever

did - anymore, anytime, anyhow. Read about me

in those yellow papers men once ran around with.

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'Extra! Extra! read all about it!' - like the newsboys

used to say. Sit down with your cigar. Gobble up

my misadvenutres. For I myself must sit it out,

hiding in the wagon of the past, the coal-chute

of yesterday's ardor, the old ship's last mast.

I can't remember a thing, have no feel for the

past; so let me in, adventure man, tell me

what I did. Take me back, oh Wonder

Woman, I'm open for your bid.