thee Disclaim(ation) Point /or/ "Oh, you little rotter, you"

 


schlugpunk wormwood nite dream
steaming of bergamont kindly like
that dead grey earl(y)(bird) tipsy toe
thru two-lips thru the window widow's
gard e n......relit in pink repose(of soul)


(drop)flop me off & j'ive me back to thee
delusion called Home, dumped & pumped,
humped on amerika's waste-land, thee
unpleasing Scent of Age, (wit hints of
unwitting, s'mouldering decay'rot) in happyLand


come before the coming of floridan flacid winter,
as I'know y'r not coming at all, no matter h'ow
hard hard hard(ly) aye dream & focus so purely
on things (that) came to go (&) went gone to
tidy up sales of the positive futures which have

no need of any one any one dis'claiming the name
                of 'me'


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2017dkzk..............fotoBydkzk.............