Alchemizing One of John Berryman’s Hangovers

with his plights & gripes
as bad as achilles

from John Berryman’s “Dream Song 14”

In my dyspeptic little world,

birds don’t sing in the trees overhead,

but perched aloft on limbs,

they shit on pedestrians,

trudging to jobs that they despise

on a neverending

Sisyphean 

Monday morning.

La la, la la la.