Submissions by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
POEMS AND SHORT STORIES
Poet Introduction
Oct2019 DEATH &THE LADY'CHYLDE..Poems of grief &despair at death of daughter, Edited, formatted, published by Poetic Medics / produced by LULU. /Fall 2009 Danforth Quarterly (Lawrence,Ks) devoted to my poetry & collage'work./
MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
14th Dec 2011 1:45pm
14th Dec 2011 1:45pm
closure closes quickly upon [that which] ain't much open
by Dan Kozak on Sunday, August 28, 2011 at 4:04pm
IT'S ALWAYS LIKE A ''BETTER PLACE'' SO LONG AS
IT'S SOMEONE ELSE WHO'S GOING THERE-- G'BYE AGAIN,DAD
_________
pops'in the ashbox
as mom's big storm is fading past our
old home port
ceremony's over, HonorGuard 'blew'
digitized Taps from a box implanted in the bell
of a makebelieve horn....heard the words of jesusmiracles in
manipulating the seas....& 'bout daddy piloting
his heaven'bound vessel
greatwords made-for-[hu]man
Eternity....so now 'it' is over.....
his body...
IT'S ALWAYS LIKE A ''BETTER PLACE'' SO LONG AS
IT'S SOMEONE ELSE WHO'S GOING THERE-- G'BYE AGAIN,DAD
_________
pops'in the ashbox
as mom's big storm is fading past our
old home port
ceremony's over, HonorGuard 'blew'
digitized Taps from a box implanted in the bell
of a makebelieve horn....heard the words of jesusmiracles in
manipulating the seas....& 'bout daddy piloting
his heaven'bound vessel
greatwords made-for-[hu]man
Eternity....so now 'it' is over.....
his body...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Dec 2011 2:21pm
13th Dec 2011 2:21pm
Common Reality [of] Consensus Psychosis - "I swear it wasn't Me"
by DanKozak on Tuesday, December 13, 2011 at 9:15am
//DIS'IMPALED[?], OR AMAZED NOT TO HAVE YET FELL,
NOR FALLEN , UPON THIS MIGHTY SWORD//
h'ere they go, there it went, they're
gone again....all those comforting words/profiles
of thee Love-of-Never2Be......[too
ugly'aged & wayoutside t'be anything but
pariah], alla them faux securities, untied, unravellin,
most & mostly dissecured.......&ye know
it-won't-be-long now....o'yeah, n'ow now now
that yr most unreadable unlistenable...
//DIS'IMPALED[?], OR AMAZED NOT TO HAVE YET FELL,
NOR FALLEN , UPON THIS MIGHTY SWORD//
h'ere they go, there it went, they're
gone again....all those comforting words/profiles
of thee Love-of-Never2Be......[too
ugly'aged & wayoutside t'be anything but
pariah], alla them faux securities, untied, unravellin,
most & mostly dissecured.......&ye know
it-won't-be-long now....o'yeah, n'ow now now
that yr most unreadable unlistenable...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
13th Dec 2011 12:23pm
13th Dec 2011 12:23pm
*Mój polski ukraiskich linii hodowlanych *(my polish-ukranian bloodline)
((by Dan Kozak on Wednesday, September 21, 2011 at 2:19pm))
46
real'd'lusions, thee truest kind,
visited while i awoke still sleeping
on a bed-like blue balloon....an
ad ol es ce nt in/in/in [an] age de
formed sadsack corpus, needin2
recontrive a re'invention wit tools made
[of] slipp'ry fishbisquit dough slidin'thru
every digit,
down every limb, most unbreadlike,
most malnutritive, most-of- most
-of- All
____________________________
47
it's a polejumpers daydream saved f'or
use in thee darkest side'o thee moon......
46
real'd'lusions, thee truest kind,
visited while i awoke still sleeping
on a bed-like blue balloon....an
ad ol es ce nt in/in/in [an] age de
formed sadsack corpus, needin2
recontrive a re'invention wit tools made
[of] slipp'ry fishbisquit dough slidin'thru
every digit,
down every limb, most unbreadlike,
most malnutritive, most-of- most
-of- All
____________________________
47
it's a polejumpers daydream saved f'or
use in thee darkest side'o thee moon......
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Dec 2011 11:58pm
11th Dec 2011 11:58pm
eXistential dilemma 101: don't worry every thing is fine..........
mine thee mind betray itself myself on a century's full'o
sunday days sick to gut nowhere2turn brain
keeps doing it's own undoing what wee Know about
These Things becomes quick irrelevance like thee
pull'o thee trigger at hunting-mishap accident time shoot thee
crow & ricochet puts thee lead in one's own head
ashamed ameri'can ashamed hu'man wit shame having been
sweetly banished wit rid of pride front&backlash thrashing
in alonliness that k'ills everyday m'others & fath'ers eachevery
body hung in thee trees, thee beautiful trees thee...
sunday days sick to gut nowhere2turn brain
keeps doing it's own undoing what wee Know about
These Things becomes quick irrelevance like thee
pull'o thee trigger at hunting-mishap accident time shoot thee
crow & ricochet puts thee lead in one's own head
ashamed ameri'can ashamed hu'man wit shame having been
sweetly banished wit rid of pride front&backlash thrashing
in alonliness that k'ills everyday m'others & fath'ers eachevery
body hung in thee trees, thee beautiful trees thee...
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SELF POEM
Published
11th Dec 2011 11:11pm
11th Dec 2011 11:11pm
OF DUMB &or DOOMED like autobio'graphix
by dkzk on Sunday, December 4, 2011 at 11:25am
ROUGH DRAFT shortSTORY / MY-LIFE'S long, dearsweet FOLLY
come springtyme, rite in middling april, eye'll have 'chieved 100yrs
born that long'go in
a LifeBoat floatin over atlantis....th'sun was coming on up, & thee
super'man'god boat had since gone down way way down cause of a bit
of a fuck'up blunder under thee assuming t'be immortal over ice. plain simple ice.
just melting for the springtyme...
poor Momma, she froze t'death giv'ing me Life. [i]...
ROUGH DRAFT shortSTORY / MY-LIFE'S long, dearsweet FOLLY
come springtyme, rite in middling april, eye'll have 'chieved 100yrs
born that long'go in
a LifeBoat floatin over atlantis....th'sun was coming on up, & thee
super'man'god boat had since gone down way way down cause of a bit
of a fuck'up blunder under thee assuming t'be immortal over ice. plain simple ice.
just melting for the springtyme...
poor Momma, she froze t'death giv'ing me Life. [i]...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
11th Dec 2011 12:29pm
11th Dec 2011 12:29pm
trainscene love [for] poor displaced hearts
99
dear safeLove'scene on screen in
stant commun
cation many hearts aflyin wayway far
way knowin wee'll never likely meet &
maybe chance feelin each other's pain
& thee flesh that carries It
___________________________
100
two-times [on] thee overnite amtrak....
both times, 1st rays'o day[light] signal[d] only a few
more miles to-go t'that next brieftransient 'home'....
a bit o[f] sweetbittersweet 'perfect' timing [in but a moment]
...
dear safeLove'scene on screen in
stant commun
cation many hearts aflyin wayway far
way knowin wee'll never likely meet &
maybe chance feelin each other's pain
& thee flesh that carries It
___________________________
100
two-times [on] thee overnite amtrak....
both times, 1st rays'o day[light] signal[d] only a few
more miles to-go t'that next brieftransient 'home'....
a bit o[f] sweetbittersweet 'perfect' timing [in but a moment]
...
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OBSERVATIONAL POEM
Published
10th Dec 2011 2:20pm
10th Dec 2011 2:20pm
WEE CONKER ALL DIS'EASE / aThrowAway
ooo, dear me futility when money
has gone, so has gone reality, or,
so reality has gone to seem.....
if such ye never Had t'begin wit, is
it
alright? or all wrong? justlike
( I Can Manipulate Reality,Thought,&'Things', therefore I Am !)
good god is never [ever] what wee
think He is because wee quietly think, [ in
our very apparent sub-secret recesses ], that
some
how
[or'another] " I Am....." somehow'an other God
like god, 'cause ( I...
has gone, so has gone reality, or,
so reality has gone to seem.....
if such ye never Had t'begin wit, is
it
alright? or all wrong? justlike
( I Can Manipulate Reality,Thought,&'Things', therefore I Am !)
good god is never [ever] what wee
think He is because wee quietly think, [ in
our very apparent sub-secret recesses ], that
some
how
[or'another] " I Am....." somehow'an other God
like god, 'cause ( I...
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MISCELLANEOUS POEM
Published
10th Dec 2011 1:57pm
10th Dec 2011 1:57pm
AN'OTHER GREAT MORTALITY PLAY
o sometimes it happens, as
some times it
must, that thee gods idols icons of greatArt
seem, as it seems, to be come
witless, unimaginative, bland as
thee dullards of my big'business my capital'gains my
government-in-action, daresay daresay my fellowAmericans
my great believers [of] My Right To Be Left Behind My Right To Be Left Alone
My Right To Be Left For Dead
My Right To Believe That less-than-a'fraction of my
pitiful perception Is All That Is, ( per my greatBelief[s] ), that so so very
much...
some times it
must, that thee gods idols icons of greatArt
seem, as it seems, to be come
witless, unimaginative, bland as
thee dullards of my big'business my capital'gains my
government-in-action, daresay daresay my fellowAmericans
my great believers [of] My Right To Be Left Behind My Right To Be Left Alone
My Right To Be Left For Dead
My Right To Believe That less-than-a'fraction of my
pitiful perception Is All That Is, ( per my greatBelief[s] ), that so so very
much...
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