edgeOfTheeWorld Of A worldOf'it'sOwn* / *thee I-Poom Edition/OR:'crankOnThPlank'

outer edge  forms thee'o'thee
      EdgeOut....
greaterlesser  beings i'be ,
having
been
thisway
before,

outerEdging disrepair despairable
clever jackass wordgame falls
into it's own pieces'o
somedamn pooetic rhetoric clogged witbigslime h'
airballs in thee drain in a drain of thee
drain
         pipes      parallel  to
  th'gaspipes
legends    of them old'romance selfinfliction
ways'o means-to-an-end
, which wee ne'er cease to ponder/wonder wit
'how-could-they?' disconscious mock-seriousness


olord icoulda been a great drunk ,revered in one
or two memories, deaddrunk-to-deathdying-on-de'vine,
heart swallerin'itself
for choke-joke of either hangman or hang'edMan,
nevertheless, nonethemore, aswell forgotten
as any-of-the-others.  coulda been what never-was
                    never-could-be,
even ifn iknew any thing about what TheTruth is/was/&
      certain isnot-to-be........


great waves of mindfulness roar on this rainy'dank para
dise shore....whoooowee, feel the power them knock'out
drops all hung t'gathered for a seemless fo'ever, pulling
under overhead, accident waiting for unhappening.
mind'ful/mind-less= whothfuckKnows? in shorthand.


how'o'how could any one have First uttered th'phrase
'Time On My Hands' & have it
                  become immortal'd
             re:  our  greatpower to cliché ?--

well, eye never heard such silly...even outta me'own
        mouth d'mal

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