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Sayonara Screwball (Prepares for Thee Inevitable Shit)
these treasures these treasures
these bedamned holy-ass treasures
of mine of mine of my very own mind,
what to do wit senti-mental doo-dadas
i've dragged about for 4 or 5 decades ?
the music (cds), the saxes, flutes, clarinets....
my books! my books!
my'o'my i'dentities for so lovin'long.........
since Leah died, canno listen to my extensive
"library" of recordings. Canno play the horns
due to physical weakness & fucked up breathing
that goes right along with CHFailure.
.
The Book ain't selling hardly at all, (sorry Leah).
Only 3-4 people read my pro-found writings. Bless them.
No future, dada! (Oh, poor ba'by!)
Life is beautiful.
And just as easily, sucks shit everyday.
(O,Life is Lovely!)
Say, would'ye say (say hey!), one of those
optimist prayers for me? Am much
disturbed and "disabled" and disaffected
to do any such thing for mySelf.
Off to that heavenly junkyard (scrap heap) wit ye, old boy.
Sayonara, kids!
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Published 27th Aug 2020
| Edited 28th Aug 2020
Author's Note
True sense is non'sence.......nonsense is True
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27th Aug 2020 11:30pm
ever read mervyn peake's nonsense verse ? many were written during the second
world war,
"but none the worse for that, young man,
we were none the
worse for that .."
world war,
"but none the worse for that, young man,
we were none the
worse for that .."
28th Aug 2020 4:01am
28th Aug 2020 12:54pm
I'm of the belief, it it feels good to do, then do it to feel good. But I'm pretty sure if I was trapped in a mineshaft without any means to write my thoughts down and play with them, then I would likely pray for the ceiling to cave in or the 02 to run out.
28th Aug 2020 1:18pm
Buried alive, eh?
Not an "ideal" way to check out, but, as They say " it coulda been verse."
Or, maybe naught...........
Not an "ideal" way to check out, but, as They say " it coulda been verse."
Or, maybe naught...........
28th Aug 2020 1:55pm
"Life is beautiful.
And just as easily, sucks shit everyday.
(O,Life is Lovely!) "
Ain't that the truth!?
Send me the info.
I'll be the fifth reader.
And just as easily, sucks shit everyday.
(O,Life is Lovely!) "
Ain't that the truth!?
Send me the info.
I'll be the fifth reader.
28th Aug 2020 4:26pm
Thanks to Ahavati, my book is available by the "on demand" publisher Lulu.com'.
"Death and the Ladychylde"----a poetic chronical of wild grief at death of my daughter in July 2018.
I gave copies to all my immediate family. And, going on a year now, not one of them has proffered any feedback. Too raw, i guess. Got word from an 'honorary' family member that my sister expected some prettified, Hallmark card, sentimental, pap. I'm the only one in the fam with any 'artistic' bent. The publicity and 'confirmation' that i got9'92-''07 in my community out west, was one of those admiration turned to jealous, resentful shit. So I guess that also has a bit to do with. Now that i'm 'dependent' on them to handle my complicated medical situation, I have to be deferential to them, lest my poison (anger, resentment) act up. For me "Anger is the dubious luxury normal people." Indulging in letting my ego turn out it's anger is analogous to drinking poison to kill the object of one's anger.
Sorry....i went babbly-wabbly here, spilling more than you need to know.
Thanks for reading (some of....theres 3600'ish of my poeti-poop on this site alone) my stuff. Hope we stay in touch awhile.
"Death and the Ladychylde"----a poetic chronical of wild grief at death of my daughter in July 2018.
I gave copies to all my immediate family. And, going on a year now, not one of them has proffered any feedback. Too raw, i guess. Got word from an 'honorary' family member that my sister expected some prettified, Hallmark card, sentimental, pap. I'm the only one in the fam with any 'artistic' bent. The publicity and 'confirmation' that i got9'92-''07 in my community out west, was one of those admiration turned to jealous, resentful shit. So I guess that also has a bit to do with. Now that i'm 'dependent' on them to handle my complicated medical situation, I have to be deferential to them, lest my poison (anger, resentment) act up. For me "Anger is the dubious luxury normal people." Indulging in letting my ego turn out it's anger is analogous to drinking poison to kill the object of one's anger.
Sorry....i went babbly-wabbly here, spilling more than you need to know.
Thanks for reading (some of....theres 3600'ish of my poeti-poop on this site alone) my stuff. Hope we stay in touch awhile.
