Old Man A'Lone Wimpers Into Thee End (should be ashamed!!!)

" O, to hold a fine young lady one more time" - Tom Russell, from: ~ The Pugilist At 59 ~
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All the fine old men, fattened &
                                      broken of heart
                             mind,        spirit,
       bellowing   last gasps (last gasps) of ego'shit
                                              &
                                           i'magined
                                glory Of NeverWas,
    khaki Dockers  cracking
    wit the strain of need to "be somebody",     OR  just
                                                       an old freakmisfit
                                                 selling songs
                                          in the street
                                    amidst scorn
                      & a few sustaining bucks
              of pitying appreciation

then an everyday bum at beach, shirtless shameless showing
               every flaw to sun, sea, moon, blueSky, stormClouds,
                      & the ladies feigning
                          some 'kind' inte
                                   rest,
                                    but not ever to call, nor be seen
                                    again, (even the old, unpretty)
                           (how many many could there've been?)

heartbreak, & Heart Failure(chronic,congestive) FAILURE, yet
still  a'live
to walk the land in weary'd, everTired, slowwwwwwwMotion......
                      irreparably     L a Z y


o, dear (of me),  no love nor lover.......7 years,
                                                          12 years,
                                                          15 years ( naive enough to 'feel'
                                                                          that this was  Real),
for all best intentions, aye
          must've  been a fake in the
                                     House of Love('s illusion).........tough luck
                                                                                      tough shit.

Not much        sense      in looking    for    such   Life(love)    again...

in all 'it's' beauty, still it falls to separation(from love), grief (sudden or drawwwn out),
                    & the moronics of heaven,hell, or(preferable)  non-being.

~Try, as one might, to pre-pare for thee True Light/Dark in No-Thing-at-All~


I've dedicated all my songs to You, my Love[s]....horns & flutes of wordless praise
              until my final silence
                                     takes me
                                          'There'[????}


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