One Day Maybe Monday Or Never

 
 
 
 
another drag-out, crippled, muted  
day manages itself to speed by  
at full tilt, knock out  
velocity.  
 
who'd ever'a thought it'd end  
this way.....yr little sweetheart  
turned to ash with a disconsolate  
dada        turned     in   side     out,  
boring his 'fan-base' (to death) wit  
a seemingly ceaseless gush of raw  
mortality?  
 
'raw mortality'......there's salable sound  
byte if ever there was one (or two, three).  
a sixteen month eternity goes smashing,  
crashing, gashing by, quicker than the  
reindeer of The Season. Better than  
                 super-sonic suspicion.  
Just so fast as to pass your ass in a micro-moment.  
 
Let not the little man fool ye. The metal and  
the  kettle are roiling/boiling to bring us tea.  
Daintily.                 There'll always be enough  
natural poison left in the wake of be'humbled  
sorrow spilling over "one day at a time", "one  
day at a time" for the long and short of Time.  
 
 
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2019dankozakdkzk       badpoom/badfoto 2019.