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Tough, Dumb, Moronic LOVE

 
 
 
Love'love, whatever
       love
began as seemed to
have lost itself along
           the way,
(some way, any way)
on any-given-day they've
             been heard to say.
 
The convenience was rarely
              to show face.  
It just wouldn't ex'pose face where
               it's kept in it's place.
 
Love, love, lovelove, what is the
                matter with you?
How did you stay so far from this
                always silent room?
What could have been done to you?
                 By me?
 
I could never stand the high school cheers.
Never was photo'd for The Book '70.
No one cares that i was ever there.  But
                   there i was through an unproven
                   dalliance with invisibility with
                    With anonymity.

(But you! You! G'odd, how i wish you were here with me, at my  
    terminal  heart)
 
And that was half-a-hundred years ago
          that was half-a-hundred years ago
                 half-a-hundred
                         years  
                           ago.
A century down the middle divide.
(How can I speak of "centuries", even
                         as halves?)
Even as moments? Moments that squeak by,
Then become old as stone as it's fifty years beyond
      where we thought it was.
 
Here we go. Rushing to the end. Even my child
got there before me, (and has left these final years
                        "of mine" awash in a world of pain,
                     and tears, and truly pathetic wailing.)
 
There is no winner, regardless of what the TVsport morons
                      scream. Everything gets gradually lost (lessened),
                      every time the striped man blows his fucking whistle.
 
And the crowd goes Wild. Hogwild beyond it's own civility.
                                               ~ ~ ~
Love....Love.....Love & Love.  I truly forgot what it might have been I was
                                             loving
                                             about .(it's that time).......(g'night, dear love.
                                                                                           G'night).
 

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dkzksaxxas_DanielX
Written by dkzksaxxas_DanielX (DadaDoggyDannyKozakSaxfn)
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