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!Anguish! & Dreaming of Youth While Facing Degradation Unto Death
Photo of MAYA (and MOM's?) artwork, 2019, Oakland, usOFa
Once again, I set about
to repeat myself
to repeat myself
to repeat myself
like all old golden yearlings do
when them golden years take hold
with pernicious insidiousness
and hell's worth of lethal degradation.
(Respect for"wisdom"? My skinny old ass!)
Ah, but dreamland! Sweet Morpheus!
I can visit with the nubile ladies of l o n g ago.
Diane H,
Kathryn L.
Ann W.
Gail C. Debbie B
Kathie N. Lynn R.
Wendy S. Maria T. Kathy S, Dawn W.
(etc.)
(And some'o'them anonymous failed attempts at love).
But I dread the night when dear deceased Leah comes by.
I won't know what to say or do, but weep, afraid she'll tell
me how i failed her
how i failed her
how I failed her
( to chose death at 31.)
how i failed her. How I failed (& i repeat, I repeat, I repeat,
as we soon-to-be senile seniors
are apt to do )
I keep telling Self that this torment is but illusion of the stupid side of my
human-mind,
and does no good for anyone.
& i repeat, repeat repeat
No good, No good, No good.
Neither Here nor in Eternity.
(Let it fuckin go, oldtimer).........
* * *
Special note from the Author:
Remember children, it'll seem like nothing til your you find yourself as still a "young person" in an in down-breaking body, saying (to yourself), "What the
fuck happened?
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
2019dankozakpoomsPxtrsBadArt2019
Once again, I set about
to repeat myself
to repeat myself
to repeat myself
like all old golden yearlings do
when them golden years take hold
with pernicious insidiousness
and hell's worth of lethal degradation.
(Respect for"wisdom"? My skinny old ass!)
Ah, but dreamland! Sweet Morpheus!
I can visit with the nubile ladies of l o n g ago.
Diane H,
Kathryn L.
Ann W.
Gail C. Debbie B
Kathie N. Lynn R.
Wendy S. Maria T. Kathy S, Dawn W.
(etc.)
(And some'o'them anonymous failed attempts at love).
But I dread the night when dear deceased Leah comes by.
I won't know what to say or do, but weep, afraid she'll tell
me how i failed her
how i failed her
how I failed her
( to chose death at 31.)
how i failed her. How I failed (& i repeat, I repeat, I repeat,
as we soon-to-be senile seniors
are apt to do )
I keep telling Self that this torment is but illusion of the stupid side of my
human-mind,
and does no good for anyone.
& i repeat, repeat repeat
No good, No good, No good.
Neither Here nor in Eternity.
(Let it fuckin go, oldtimer).........
* * *
Special note from the Author:
Remember children, it'll seem like nothing til your you find yourself as still a "young person" in an in down-breaking body, saying (to yourself), "What the
fuck happened?
RRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY
2019dankozakpoomsPxtrsBadArt2019
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