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So, IF I am Catapulting This Beauty, then I am Strapping Your Floppy Jalopy Into This Linear Mess. I Might Be Longing to Prolong the Stalking with a Big-Boy Thrust: --------à“To Be, For Me, is My Heart, with a Beat, for THEE”. The Moment of Surrender and that Tender Look of Terror. And Here I am in Chicago, Sucking on a Finger that I have been Cherishing for the Past few Days. And Here I am, at Night in the Mirror, Chasing My Tail and Sober, Remembering that This is the Exact Direction My Life was Meant to Take. “Ah, Shit”—Shoveling (this—All—in)—And Still: This is the Only Body I’ve every Completely Adjourned. Juggling the Yams of a “Man, You’re a Doll.” And Now-Now-Now: --------àFiddling a Tittle for a Remittal or Acquittal of the “Why-Why-Whys” that Appear in Life’s Middle; But for Now: You Toss and Turn, Having so very Widdle it Belittles, to Till-and-Fill the Urn that Adds, to your Family’s Historical, Account and Riddle. ß------IN OTHER WORDS--------àThe Portrait of this Heart Resembles all those “Whatever Elses” You’ll Never Know. “Prudere, Addire || Treo, nor Trow”. And HERE:-------àI Am: And Again, in the Trenches: a Hunk and Hoarding All Belongings, Especially the Mink Stole, I Stole. Or Perhaps: I’m Wandering Aimless, Broke Down and Limping Through the Street of Strays with “Ballyhoos—[!]” and Half-Hearted “Yoo-Hoos”. ß------IN OTHER WORDS--------àIt’s the Difficulty of Narrating Anything, Ever and Clearly, a Concern: How My Face, Might Frame when Yellowed Between the Teeth. But Listen You: this World is Nothing but a Cheap Bet of Hoodoo. And This: --------àNothing but a Document of How One’s Head is Held-in-the-Hand-Up High by Violence. And Yet: You Thought, “But No”, I Guess, I’ll Rest, “Oh No”ß-----àNOT YETß-----à“And Oh Lord, You Bet, it’s all, such a Mess” and No-No-No, One Never can Rest, and This, with My Hand, to Chest, I Swear and Do Surely Attest, And No --------à“Oh No—[!]”--------à “What a Terrible Way” --------àIt Was, And Then, And All: ------------------------------àThis STOPS, to Drop, This Beat, in the Street, And We Go, to Home, All Alone.
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