o, dear me'o'my chronic dis'ease / No poem

 
/  aye! eye hate writin shit like this likely shit / this is
                 gar'bage, kids...Believe You Me /////
  ( I swear I won't read this....if you also won't)

too tired too weary this
     overpunished
          heart vessel
               sinking
from it's own 3/4ths
                deadness-----

"they" don't want to hear about it
           anymo', & who can
               blame'em?

F'sure this waiting is far worse than
      the 'actual' Crossing
                ( to NoWhereville )

(why wait, chickenshit?)

just must meditate a let-go of everything
one 'has',  knows, thinks, and ('specially) feels---  easy / day after
                                                        one day atta time
                                        learn to love the emptiness, the alonliness,
                                     the bless'ed whateverness....

don't take it Person'ally          even when (the proverbial) they
                                                     stop talkin to ye.......
                resentment/anger       only worsen    everything

///// aye! eye hate writin shit like this likely shit / this is
                 gar'bage, kids...Believe You Me /////


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