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A Seizure of Disposable Notions ToBe Properly Disposed Of
tapped upon his me
mory as an old holler drum,
wickering 10yrs'a'decade'sworth
of unmentionable
airs....tap,tap,tap,
was
there life before then?
was
there life after then? &
why
would one,as one would be,
ask
to query such aquella'nt notions of
untenable livings,
forfeiting time, pre'portions of energy
that would lead, inevitably
to painful spasms of heartsoul well out
side definitions of space
occupied by 'we'..............aye!&O'yeah!
whether to
weather the
ignore'ance
attendant
to yOur gifts & promises, jawbones tendering
an awe'fully hilarious
salespitch
about
god&cuntry
kapi'tal gains,
& thee sweet pickin's of well-trained
buzzardvulture
prophets
golfing, twitting
christian masturbations
unto great rapture
a'cumming
o,joyous e'jackalations,
braying for praying
- I, falling into idiot ruminations
& Words&words Iknow Iknow & know that I over'use & wear weary
for death all but ignored in this
"it's my life! it's My Right!" Temple
pur'posing theatrical para'meters for
every bad to sad actor/actress droning holy doctrine of/for/in
a television'd(never-wide-enough)
advert'commerce
sweet enough to become my anyperson's deathbed,
rehabilitative nursin'home
(final)impassioned desire , \ I, fall in to
idiot ruminations
in small cluttered
rooms,where
no nursing ever
comes to need
of what is left
h'ere
/
dkzkidiotruminationsInc(w/Artfotos&shit)2013
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