Now...
(a sister-friend trustin' me in err knicker draws.... that's what you need in life..)
She, the Babscot .. that's what i shall call her
But i need an 'ubby for hertoo
She knows.... two tangoin' against the rentiers....
Is an actual 'manifestation' of "change" ...in other words - "human" ones...
"we... don't like the way you don't comply with legal tennantry lore.... WE..."
And guess what they fuck off and fuck up someone else...usually single
Which has been the way of folk since even before an ok song...
(her earpieces are all i needed...drown out this racket-on-sea..)
so... The Mong has she taken the bait..
You can even see her ...eye to eye on my kickstarter plate
But she's an innocent.
Kindof heaven sent if not for her (summer 2022)
Well i wouldnt
have gone and jumped all the way of the digital cliff
Would have still been rather stiff.
And not ready for what was next.
That splendid unimaginably enjoyable early winter then.
But that's at the end of book two
For ..now just b'tween me any you.
All that matters for...now, and how
So a week ago = feels like a whole long song ago
About wanderin'
now "weary" but wonky lands
I wrote a whole film, just like that
(critique comin' in very soon,
this afternoon)
And then a poem i know's pretty ok
But then sadly poetry never changed one smallest wonky way.
So, back a decade... (i cannot do the 2000s and not
the tens concurrently...
the former death by boredom
The latter... bouncing into eternity)
A decade back ... working with the truest innocent.
On the words.
Even if 'hate' wasn't on their every bloody dinner plate
Asperger's, depression, especially self harm
We retooled the language, as a nice organic farm
growing new grassroots.
Real ones, rather than the wee-mens stupid trumpet hoots.
.
Real words,
Just "wonky"
"lets call your 'depression' and all that malarkey
merely a little goin' wonky"
I'm some Messianic wee-man ... " the centre will not hold"
Just comes along almost randomly
And as for poetry
Devoid os subtle metaphor... they need at least three lines of something more.
So stop.
I did my duty.....
she got from me her booty
But i got so much more...
And as i didn't want or wish it...
All these gifts came for free.
They don't make you happy
though, thats a lifetime more of subtlety.
I know what it was. Once...
Good for me.
So, all i know i bet i could even write a song.
Kairos time.... sit here stranded though we're all doin' our best to deny it.."
Could in fact be bettered, just wait and see....
Guess 'twas never her song anyway..
Lacking the 'h'...and in fact the real artistry
That says go all the way.
Her Mongship i suspect ...will..one day.
("just dont stick boats in ANYthin'.... never mind sea or shores... god the lot of em
only snobbish bores...")
But that's nasty and in "human" as ...it is was always will be
only
Fear
As we know in saudade yesteryear..
About 1979 in fact
And nuthin' my whole life did change.
Except i met the blacklab lady...at last
