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no bother, o br'other
byKozak=MonNov7,2011 at 8:40am
DADDYMOTHER BROTHER (any)OTHER
dis ease of self all way betrays
it['s]self when th'ese eyes
narrow their glare t'oward thee
emptyspace I occupy [so that ye will not be bothered of my being here] thru/with/among
such special distortions spacial disruptions singing for joy warding'off
tragedy,calumny,disaster....all thee messiness[es] wee
make of our nature so much so that wee have no nature wee've cancelled our
nature & it ain't returnable in any string of lifetimes or pleading beggings
th'great line of self is here, first drawer, top shelf, in demand & clamored for,
but i
here
am
barred from leaving this house which i never possessed, [buttcertain t'po'sess me, i'guess],
all justcause my
hearty strength leaked
away wit dear old daddy's....all daddy's assbackward moxie bullish dumdum was so
pathetic that he lived so long In It By It Of It, that i could not eXcuse mysElf of It, even tho
never having played it, nor even participated....so,
all that was left there in that bed,dyin'bed,deathbed was an obsolete child wit no'where to go
but to go away from his mangled body his very broken toy -for'ever
i had to look into his eyes, moments after he'd 'gone'...almost 3months now, & thee unseen para
lysis hangs in there....a new dis'ease getting old in thi's century of 'my' dis'ease of self that i see acting in/on
playing in each'every one of us now for so much longer than any
each'every of us will tolerate being 'near' [me?] for.......
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DADDYMOTHER BROTHER (any)OTHER
dis ease of self all way betrays
it['s]self when th'ese eyes
narrow their glare t'oward thee
emptyspace I occupy [so that ye will not be bothered of my being here] thru/with/among
such special distortions spacial disruptions singing for joy warding'off
tragedy,calumny,disaster....all thee messiness[es] wee
make of our nature so much so that wee have no nature wee've cancelled our
nature & it ain't returnable in any string of lifetimes or pleading beggings
th'great line of self is here, first drawer, top shelf, in demand & clamored for,
but i
here
am
barred from leaving this house which i never possessed, [buttcertain t'po'sess me, i'guess],
all justcause my
hearty strength leaked
away wit dear old daddy's....all daddy's assbackward moxie bullish dumdum was so
pathetic that he lived so long In It By It Of It, that i could not eXcuse mysElf of It, even tho
never having played it, nor even participated....so,
all that was left there in that bed,dyin'bed,deathbed was an obsolete child wit no'where to go
but to go away from his mangled body his very broken toy -for'ever
i had to look into his eyes, moments after he'd 'gone'...almost 3months now, & thee unseen para
lysis hangs in there....a new dis'ease getting old in thi's century of 'my' dis'ease of self that i see acting in/on
playing in each'every one of us now for so much longer than any
each'every of us will tolerate being 'near' [me?] for.......
__________d__k_z______k2011________________
Published 27th Jan 2012
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