PERHAPS IN THEE WANING DAYS OF THIS  CHRONICAL'D  FATIGUE SYNDROME

 byDanKozak/TuesdayDecember20,2011at6:47pm

PERHAPS IN THEE WANING DAYS OF THIS

CHRONICAL'D  FATIGUE SYNDROME



couldn't leave out-side this beautiful hou

se again to'day, afeared & still unafraid

that his cigars would suck'snatch his breath

his breath his living breathing breath away

as happ'd so many secreted times be

fore.......dumbass ol'fool wonderin wh'ere every

body

went when they all just went away going a

way tenyears (decade-10) like it mighta just

justjust well'a been a hole fuckin century100yrs'o

soli'tude ago,agoing,agone---Must Laugh thee Laugh of

Thee Most Wild Humors Known !!!   .....



sit on thee porcelain bare'ass'd, look'd Death in

Thee Eye & winked, for it is poopoo time....dead matter down thee

toilethole, whilst thumbin'thru a volume of Ambrose Bierce, or

coulda been James Dickey, all in a poot of wonderment up'on thee

greatness of the printed word thee feel & smell of used-bookshop books (not poop)...

yes o'yes, fierce mrBierce, slick mrDickey, they probably each Had lives of

their own, butt now, g'dammit, they's dead & they's shit belongs to me to me to

me........ahhhhhh, m'goodness....such a plea'sant

reverie!



butt still canno leave [me?] this lovely'ouse....fine cigars (!almost connoisseur!)

are waitin t'leave him breathlessly (!of one's own suckings!) dead in gravel drive

way...of a dream....that some dear femme (!fatale!) would maybe

love

again



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