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byDanKozakTuesday,December20,2011at11:39am
HOME WAY'FROM HOME
~(A Sheltering Emptiness,
A Protective NoThing)~
nothing about or 'roundabout to indicate
The Comforts of Home has
maked a good'ass i'rony as/to/for
this being become [akinda] comfyhome of
br'other & i (I)'s disparate lives----
rarified music, [solitary]dance, sloppy Art
in one room,
odds-on gaming gambulatin' for t'Win it Big
in an other,
.....thee remaining home empty,bare,
furnishless, (not so wide) open spaces.......just
the not-too-fine carpet [wall2wall] & the walls, wind'ows undraped,
Dad
on thee mantlepiece (lookin somewhat ashen, but, so be what?),
all clean & bare,empty barenaked & yes, It, this NoThing, Is
indeed Beautiful.....'my
room',of living-on-thee-floor, is nonetheless becluttered of 100s&100s
cds (played on one'o Pops' old karaoke boxes),
books, books, cds, clothing junk,cds, books, rare-watched movies, a little plastic tv,
(almost always OFF, & totally uncabled, unsatellitted, uncommerce'd), saxes flutes
clarinettes that i-1-day-may-learn-to-''play'', medicine, stainy coffeeCup.....then,
a (some-may-thinkthinkthink-it-odd) Pleasure of steppin out thee little cell's door into
a sheltering emptiness, kindalike an Inversion'd Bliss of Thee Uncluttered Mind which
wee materialistic'ally conditioned, me'stycal folk[s] will ne'er dare think'of nor look'at,
(&seem,indeed, terrified of).........
'this'
is a true gift...given of NoThing from Father who, at times, th'ought he knew'd
everything, (a'least as much as he thought he wanted/needed t'know) & knew fr'om
nothing ab'out NoThing....
'this'
is Beautiful, despite even thee weepable alonesomeness'o thee attendant psuedo-
eXile + paradoxy(quack'quack)Pariahood.......
--hey baby....all Our Home[s] is total-Transient....built2beLost....wee hide&
diversion ourSelfs in pain'd prideful artifaces, &
that's just okay,justly to Survive Our Own d'lusion....--
'this'
is 'different'....way different...eneXpectedly different...painful'joyously different,but
beautiful'sad like canno be Xplaind 'cept in inexplicAble duallessness which
no-one of Us wishes t'even i'magine, (livin'amidst Th'ComfortFoods that'll turn&come t'kill us)...
believed/disbelieved, disputed[or]embraced is all just one just many-so-different
just same & same again.....all thee 'Answers' rightHere,rightNow,
unimaginable, unspeakable
(wit apologies t'thee frightened, &yes,it is )
_________dkzk20dcmbr2011_________
HOME WAY'FROM HOME
~(A Sheltering Emptiness,
A Protective NoThing)~
nothing about or 'roundabout to indicate
The Comforts of Home has
maked a good'ass i'rony as/to/for
this being become [akinda] comfyhome of
br'other & i (I)'s disparate lives----
rarified music, [solitary]dance, sloppy Art
in one room,
odds-on gaming gambulatin' for t'Win it Big
in an other,
.....thee remaining home empty,bare,
furnishless, (not so wide) open spaces.......just
the not-too-fine carpet [wall2wall] & the walls, wind'ows undraped,
Dad
on thee mantlepiece (lookin somewhat ashen, but, so be what?),
all clean & bare,empty barenaked & yes, It, this NoThing, Is
indeed Beautiful.....'my
room',of living-on-thee-floor, is nonetheless becluttered of 100s&100s
cds (played on one'o Pops' old karaoke boxes),
books, books, cds, clothing junk,cds, books, rare-watched movies, a little plastic tv,
(almost always OFF, & totally uncabled, unsatellitted, uncommerce'd), saxes flutes
clarinettes that i-1-day-may-learn-to-''play'', medicine, stainy coffeeCup.....then,
a (some-may-thinkthinkthink-it-odd) Pleasure of steppin out thee little cell's door into
a sheltering emptiness, kindalike an Inversion'd Bliss of Thee Uncluttered Mind which
wee materialistic'ally conditioned, me'stycal folk[s] will ne'er dare think'of nor look'at,
(&seem,indeed, terrified of).........
'this'
is a true gift...given of NoThing from Father who, at times, th'ought he knew'd
everything, (a'least as much as he thought he wanted/needed t'know) & knew fr'om
nothing ab'out NoThing....
'this'
is Beautiful, despite even thee weepable alonesomeness'o thee attendant psuedo-
eXile + paradoxy(quack'quack)Pariahood.......
--hey baby....all Our Home[s] is total-Transient....built2beLost....wee hide&
diversion ourSelfs in pain'd prideful artifaces, &
that's just okay,justly to Survive Our Own d'lusion....--
'this'
is 'different'....way different...eneXpectedly different...painful'joyously different,but
beautiful'sad like canno be Xplaind 'cept in inexplicAble duallessness which
no-one of Us wishes t'even i'magine, (livin'amidst Th'ComfortFoods that'll turn&come t'kill us)...
believed/disbelieved, disputed[or]embraced is all just one just many-so-different
just same & same again.....all thee 'Answers' rightHere,rightNow,
unimaginable, unspeakable
(wit apologies t'thee frightened, &yes,it is )
_________dkzk20dcmbr2011_________
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