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Title Poem From Thee Anthology of 'My Undoing'
th'chill
ain't so cold as just a
miscomfort,
a'tremble moment'o selfdulg'ed self
crawlin back-ward
to 'itself', wit
no
wherelse t'hide, .......
thee chill[of]
dis'pearin g
in to
a ghost's real'ity
seems to mask'n'measure
a form witout function
incapable[of]being [thusly]
qualified nor quantified , as
every day every hour
imust measure this headmindhole wit pretenses glowing more stupidly
than
the day/hour previous, only to be bedamn'edly
condemned in thee court
of i'me'mine owned forcefed positvethinkin
deceptions, worse
than anyfckr's t.v.(teevee)screen
~ ~ ~
[so]
I came-back
th'day of thee very night
when ye never came home again.....st'ill,iwaited
relentless
til All Hope
became an'other jokehole
in thee
cosmicomique fiber of 'me'
no longer having
a 'world' to think/feel
I
really lived in,
for any given reason------
allways wonderin how you rem
ember'd
it's being /
xxdkzk2013(witPreProducedFotology;by;dkzk'liteProdxns)XX
ain't so cold as just a
miscomfort,
a'tremble moment'o selfdulg'ed self
crawlin back-ward
to 'itself', wit
no
wherelse t'hide, .......
thee chill[of]
dis'pearin g
in to
a ghost's real'ity
seems to mask'n'measure
a form witout function
incapable[of]being [thusly]
qualified nor quantified , as
every day every hour
imust measure this headmindhole wit pretenses glowing more stupidly
than
the day/hour previous, only to be bedamn'edly
condemned in thee court
of i'me'mine owned forcefed positvethinkin
deceptions, worse
than anyfckr's t.v.(teevee)screen
~ ~ ~
[so]
I came-back
th'day of thee very night
when ye never came home again.....st'ill,iwaited
relentless
til All Hope
became an'other jokehole
in thee
cosmicomique fiber of 'me'
no longer having
a 'world' to think/feel
I
really lived in,
for any given reason------
allways wonderin how you rem
ember'd
it's being /
xxdkzk2013(witPreProducedFotology;by;dkzk'liteProdxns)XX
Published 25th May 2013
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25th May 2013 2:50pm
Lovely.
I took a pic of the big ripe fucker too. Just oceans of concrete and trees under mine. Boohoo.
I took a pic of the big ripe fucker too. Just oceans of concrete and trees under mine. Boohoo.
25th May 2013 2:59pm
this is bi'zaarre.......I was ritin'bout yours as ye was commenting on my's, & now
ye says that ye photogged La Bella Luna
lastnight
as
had
Ieye.................g'odd blessed bee
ye says that ye photogged La Bella Luna
lastnight
as
had
Ieye.................g'odd blessed bee
Anonymous
26th May 2013 10:15am
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26th May 2013 2:51pm
26th May 2013 1:26pm
You fairly-well lay out the chill mood that allows us to follow you down the tunnel o' introspection. Though the themes are not unfamiliar with you this one seems a bit more earnest in exploring that which cannot be explored. Darker in tone , but this is surely a "keeper."
26th May 2013 2:53pm
