that before
the ... thing that measures 24 hrs of time...
now the bu8oon next to the 't' has
fatal died...
good thing too as no more
poetree
(that is in tribute to i even saw a vansign thistermorn ' " ese" solar panels'
...
the 'thing' there is one, alone
tomorrow, all that there ever is,
mean....what thine, said...
or theres no "commune"
eckerslike were all ...dead...
sallow... what a sallow fellow..... in his extreme... oops i forgot no button next to the 't'...
in fact... as usual (even has a Jacker eeeee.... )
all show, extreme paint job...
but sallow face...
in his special extreme place
the end.
for good..... as i have more than enough good stuff to keep me in poems til enernitee...
photos...soon.
I need the widow, perraps the best word about how then..needs to be forgotten so as to be ...now
None of em quite can do...
"intergenerational trauma" the ultimate stuck in something long long gone..
fighting to be still stuck in something long long gone..
competing..
trade warring
upon the latest non words... with which to barter
nothing, that will ever last til later
cos not one dare share their real...truth
she did though widow #two...
and writes it in poems better than i could, with all the solar pannels in China
