Knee-deep in LASHINGS of nostalgia of a most marvelous and upsetting kind- as he thinks about the MANY MUCH MORE THAN EVER BEFORE manipulating moments it took to turn his life right-round, to sound out All Of This
Endless chitterCHATTER, A CRASHING OF MEANINGLESS MATTER…
Inside of his helpLESS mind. He’s been to visit and find… a million interpretations of the very same “sane?!” Thing— times “A BILLION ROBBED MEMORIES!”
As his life almost very nearly began to initiate to IMITATE a-r-t,
and it ALL st(ARTS) to become unequivocALLy delightful yet again
And Ever-Since the Songbird SaNg… …
In his FOREVER enthusiastic honour… times a thousand… as it ALL felt RIOTOUSLY WRONG. How, though… We NEED to fucking know
He doesn’t though/ not anymore 😉
As he proceeds with the gentleness of power to hold back ALL of these forward-thinking advances at hand—- and mind! Like he hasn’t tried!!
His time has been beautifully-both-BreathTakingly Taken
To everlasting TaSk and he doesn’t even wish to ask for ALL OF IT back.
These wrinkles, this old-man’s face, it’s All Of It Been in the name of adventure-and-taste
38 years of age and wired to heavenly thinking again—-
This has been.. his saviour pen and he will NEVER FORGET IT— stitched to his soothed Sense of Brain, it accounts for the wax and the wane
Of a shaken-down, shameless existence. Self-permitted, finally.19h
