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My Toxsick Apology (to No One Parti'cular)
for'gotten w he r e might I have
placed
my love, my
m usic / all my socalled
a r t i s t r y ,
my timing.
my children......
a l l my ancestral
toxins / my my my'o'my
me this-that-other of
me /
but [to] sup
pose "it's all for The Better".........................no
m o r e
sillymind polarities
blocking The Way [to]
NoWhere BeYond
ElseWhere & AnyWhere,
thank you ----- (n'ow
if i could only slip aWay
u n no ti c e d.........)
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Published 3rd Mar 2016
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wherever you put everything
and everyone
will notice
when you've gone...
(do what I do, say you're
going to the toilet and don't
come back...
I've spent hours in that
bleedin' toilet...)
and everyone
will notice
when you've gone...
(do what I do, say you're
going to the toilet and don't
come back...
I've spent hours in that
bleedin' toilet...)
4th Mar 2016 3:52am
6th Mar 2016 7:34am
Ahhh, DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn, luv ~ :-*
I've come more than once and read this poem of yours and left each time after beginning to comment, distraught and hoping this wasn't saying what I feared it was saying.
I have wrestled with myself long ere long to accept with grace and I am going to confess a thing to you: I have failed. Utterly. Miserably. Unequivocally.
Further, I am resolute here, though, mayhap, I should not be so selfish. Alors, I am being so. Do not you go now. I would that you remain longer. We have not yet spoken nor have you introduced me to your slice of ocean, luv.
Naught will be the same without you there ~ here.
Mayhap, I have misread. I would like for that to be the case. No apologies necessary, luv... :-*
I've come more than once and read this poem of yours and left each time after beginning to comment, distraught and hoping this wasn't saying what I feared it was saying.
I have wrestled with myself long ere long to accept with grace and I am going to confess a thing to you: I have failed. Utterly. Miserably. Unequivocally.
Further, I am resolute here, though, mayhap, I should not be so selfish. Alors, I am being so. Do not you go now. I would that you remain longer. We have not yet spoken nor have you introduced me to your slice of ocean, luv.
Naught will be the same without you there ~ here.
Mayhap, I have misread. I would like for that to be the case. No apologies necessary, luv... :-*
6th Mar 2016 3:17pm
bless ye, dear......
no imminent "threat to myself" (or my slide to 'elderly decline', Ha!)......plenty of miserable pleasures & tantalizing miseries await to 'examined' on a first hand basis, & i guess Iyam yet perhaps perversely curious, (AND blessed wit an excess load of paradoxymoronity!) to be too imminently 'exitous'......
all in good-sick 'fun', aye sup'pose
no imminent "threat to myself" (or my slide to 'elderly decline', Ha!)......plenty of miserable pleasures & tantalizing miseries await to 'examined' on a first hand basis, & i guess Iyam yet perhaps perversely curious, (AND blessed wit an excess load of paradoxymoronity!) to be too imminently 'exitous'......
all in good-sick 'fun', aye sup'pose
