Dada Good Got Bad For Thinking So Good, ( & No Such Polarity to Think on)

   
At    
    the End of My Life,      
what am I going to do for    
fun?    
         You know. I'm talkin'    
good clean hole'sum american    
fun?    
       This long long night where    
the traps lay empty and the house-dick    
                       l oo k s    
as if like he's seen some ghost which      
they told him to look out for  ( and   
to keep high a level of appreciation, expectation
      and    
interest) dead hubris  in being the nightime    
minister of this great hotel where    
everyone's asleep,  (but he is well awakened).    
     
It seems as though   
every body sleeps alone in this godforsaken    
                                                        lodging.    
No skin to touch another's skin for warmth nor love nor    
                            thinly veiled amusement.    
Just a bloodless proximity, separated by (high-quality)    
                        paste'board walls, with signatures.    
Many, too many signatures, and nobody knows if    
they be signs (of) living or          d e a th  .        
     
Just    
sign in,    
Just      
sign it, pleas........you're sure to be laden wit grief    
                                                                       wit sorrow if    
                                                              y' fail to follow    
                                                       this simple rite    
                                               of The Signs.*    
     
*If done in timely manner, the light of god will glow      
most pure and real and mighty        
                                                  true,    
     
                       (only for You)    
     
     
aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaooooooo    
2019dankozakdkzk     poom     pitr      2019