BI'AUTOGRAPH(y)....lIKE all the telling  (of)  some

 


like the ballgame(base), that never happened.
like the simile that should've been metaphoric.
like the likelihood that i'll ever play third base again.
like nothing you've ever known.
like being on the job, learning to do no-thing.
like the daughter child who slipped into eternity last year.
like your sins so few and far between.
like our marriage, and another, and the common law that was "to Be"
                                                ever-after.
like the Arts you supposedly art'ed as service to 'community'.
like the love of your flutes and saxes that disappeared with daughter.
like the life-time of compulsive 'listening' and 'collecting', leading to no-
                                                   thing.
like the life-time of "modest" material want being such tasteless illusion.
like the times of belief, that brought on the stuff of delusion.
like the son, the Son, who tries to shine on his broke-heart dada.
like the intake of poison from which I've been granted various reprieves.
like the faces of gone departed. ( Spectres ever-so real, now that daughter
                                               has joined  them )
like the day I drunk myself to a relative hell to  "teach them all a lesson".
like the drawings on my arms which (falsely) tell me who I am.
like the captain who tried so hard to make me as was he.
like the maternal (acid) wit, borne of deep suffering of her life as child.
like the maternal guilt at passing on the process of failing, attacked, infirm,
                                            BrokenHeart
                              ( as goes beyond all metaphor )
like the irrational Guilt that hangs on since Daughter's demise.
like "knowing" tis illusion, yet everyday the flames glow seriously, as the
                             flood of tears cannot snuff the flames
                                    of that crematory end of her,

Too strangely true, yet not-at-all true, as the world awaits the"2nd Coming"
                                   of some body, some thing,
                                                some entity,
                                       to bring a commodity
                                           of  lasting peace, to
                                       all who think enemies
                                                     we
                                                      be


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