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All of No Thing (At All).
All i wish to see
when the blazing chariot
swings low for me,
is a redbird on a branch
of a blue coconut tree.
Death can think me silly.
Death can think me out of style.
Death can think whatever he willy.
Death can die / &No Body'll care why.
So let's let death have it's way.
I won't return with much more
to say.
Dead silent.
No Thing.
( Guaranteed.)
dkzk 1/09/21
Published 13th Jan 2021
Author's Note
ENEMY; "I'd rather have him inside my tent pissing out, than have him outside pissing in." Lyndon Bains Johnson
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13th Jan 2021 2:20am
it's not just death, it's dying that brings the vultures, but I'd love to see a robin one last time ..
13th Jan 2021 2:21am
Would break my heart to never see your words again, Danny. xo
I loved this poem. A red bird on the branch of a blue coconut tree.
Just damn.
I loved this poem. A red bird on the branch of a blue coconut tree.
Just damn.
13th Jan 2021 4:14am
"My experience" is that no one gets into or out of this place wit'out a broken'eart I suppose that's what they're there for.
13th Jan 2021 4:17am
