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A Cheer For Cardio-Pulmonary Resufferation
now
now
now
now then
now then
now then, what were wee(as we are)
tttttttalking about? just
more hotwind
from the great lung of us all,
taking(forGranted)
Breath &heartbeat
(cardio-pulmonary)
get that 2nd,3rd,4th
o
pinion as to how how how
now now now
'my' illusion of 'I'
d
i
e
d
when everything on Earth was poised
for it's HubrisEternity of
abs traction
fell falling as wee fckd it up real
badnasty, made humanKarma a joke to
be settled in all the suff
erring
wee create in any given
minute
(the whole day called sun-day has near elapsed, &
here,
my room
has not
moved a
bloodsuckl'ed
inch)
come join me
come rejoin me
come disjoin me
in one more
lithe loving
d a y
tttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttttyyyyyyyyy
2015dkzk/FOTO:BY:dkzk(asswell):"O,TerribleWhizzDumb"xxxxxx
Published 24th May 2015
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24th May 2015 10:49pm
25th May 2015 3:31am
o thankee ms. Pish.
too
bad
aint no publisher dig me ex'ex like you.
I may call ye if I ever learn to use a damn phone
Ahhh, DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn, luv ~ :-*
I am beginning, I believe, to learn how to read your poems. My steps are fledgling here so please forgive me if I err. I suffer from this human condition too, I fear, am fucked up as are all the rest.
You address, it seems to me, over and over, the fundamental interconnectedness of all things. I confess: this is a subject which daily haunts me and obsesses.
Your poem here is haunting and melancholy and still, to me, feels full of hope. I rather adore this:
(the whole day called sun-day has near elapsed, &
here,
my room
has not
moved a
bloodsuckl'ed
inch)
come join me
come rejoin me
come disjoin me
in one more
lithe loving
d a y
Somehow, frustration then this reconnection and request for interaction.
I'd like to join you for a time, if I may.
I am beginning, I believe, to learn how to read your poems. My steps are fledgling here so please forgive me if I err. I suffer from this human condition too, I fear, am fucked up as are all the rest.
You address, it seems to me, over and over, the fundamental interconnectedness of all things. I confess: this is a subject which daily haunts me and obsesses.
Your poem here is haunting and melancholy and still, to me, feels full of hope. I rather adore this:
(the whole day called sun-day has near elapsed, &
here,
my room
has not
moved a
bloodsuckl'ed
inch)
come join me
come rejoin me
come disjoin me
in one more
lithe loving
d a y
Somehow, frustration then this reconnection and request for interaction.
I'd like to join you for a time, if I may.
25th May 2015 3:27am
sweetly rendered commentary
join me anytime
'my agenda' is wide open, fulla no-thing (except the
conk'lusion)
25th May 2015 3:36am
Tis a challenge this thing called life and more this thing called death - mayhap most of all the struggle to live, continue living, not yet die, not hurt so damn much...
:-*
:-*
25th May 2015 4:17am
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25th May 2015 3:33am
