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Published: 2006-04-29 18:27:31 +0000 UTC; Views: 124; Favourites: 1; Downloads: 2
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............ nothing else to say, except: Thanks Mom! .........Sliding … screaming
out of passage placidly
confined & mired in weed.
Respite & thrust … hard-bitten,
hum remorsefully
at first witness: pain tweaks
the outer surface of this fresh-cut carcass.
GASP … choke-sputter …
breathing, existing doesn’t come
(as you would expect)
effortlessly at the outset.
I beg your pardon? Precisely what took place?
junctioning eternal never
- addicted to instance & day-planning -
infusing cardiac rhythm-tissue
highlighted with sanguine saturation -
isolates this
immediate failure of character!
Is it affliction? Is it contagious …translate this
into cuddle-warm stroke-tongue … for me …
i NEED to know.
Just a hop skip & a jump along
B L I P blip b l i p
naively nested, notched
(none of that matters) .. here we are
on this imperfectly agenda’d day
sorrowing still save the weeding
reminiscent of sowings’ raw profit
earlier contemplated (in thick-headed adolescence)
and likened to infectious gene-blood.
In absentia have I garnered
Much ... by fondness and frustration … as a master
of opening doors, somehow you managed
to enlighten.
Be certain, I will never say good-bye.
Once more, i am small; nevertheless – rest,
assured that touch-soft translation
is no longer vital.
I am infected … I have adapted.
i embrace It largely with comfort.
Evermore indebted (relentlessly remembering)
delighted that my infection day
was on your agenda.
