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roomtemp nectar / go-back-t'sleep
roomtemp
erature
coffee(in
sankacup from late
godmama's apt,BayRidgeBklyn,
other life-times waybegone)
is
poised for awakening a waking up
a wake up call [no said unto
dec
af ] wa'cup wake'ing thee wakeling of
a
60yr dream'roooooooooom[tem'p]florida
s un shi n e{sta[font=Courier New]te} ,
~ o dear weelittle
paradoxilian
paradise
mine!~
[ lesser thee, all ways
The More ]
a life's undoing music-relics'o precious
precious rarum'rums
[of thee obscurity ye cr'ave]
soundstacked in discographical disarray have
led th'way to a
place where you
cannot(possibly!)be/mirrordiscoid[al]
of sounding from over a century gone by&bye,
&thou'sands more buried[as'if]interred
in kanzasto'rage.....
& horns,belovedHorns,1/2broken winds'o'wood
waiting t'wail so'more in[to]
heartheartheart rennnnnnding ballads'o'love
to [a] you who neverKnow'd
me, never'how no-h'ow , how
it is i'i'i nomore know a self of mine,
but know now that such knowins be none butt
'lusions of eXc'use for wee,
th'cumming-of-Gone, too think
way much of love whilst buttering
thee skids of selfdemise,limp proposals
have been televised for decades,now encoded
for digital tickle'twiddlin consume me eat me
swallow[my]love-as-i-do-swallow,as eye lavish th'
th'great nectar of you & you,you who never know'd me
now&mighty, o'deardear twitterin mercyAngels on thee
sea'shore, theEdge, leadin't'theeLedge overlooking our
dizzying
indemnities -----
thee dreamsleep is yOur realest world'now, ye olde fuck'ler...
drink[thee'thy]roomtemp cup'o black if
ye must, but then,just
return reTurn t'thee
trueReal
sleepDream ye been left here wit[/font]
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Published 27th Feb 2013
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