anything except
I simply had NO idea...
Lastereve...
I saw, their world.....
Why indeed
They're so fat, and ...
av'rishusss...
Sat like the dead brained
rotting
queen they'll build fat bum benches, to....
Atop the teatime table
i had no iea... simply no idea....
24 years no tv,
20 years meandering, afternoon walking....
30 years living aside - ideally well outside, any hamlet or fake " community"
Never before wandering through some small status-town, afterdusk, on the way back from lateafters, walk.. I always manage to end a walk only meandeting somewhere fairly " human" free
environmentally
But this curious little place,
no free parking, any walkside space
Free park in town
Their fatfolk " community" centre
All is well
Tourists keeping back, in front of her bloody endless rains
thoughtbub: " categorically, there was NOTHING here but ... 'I'm alright jack'...
well I am even more..
a winter of mainly 7 degrees or
Hardly a day hunkered down
Under Athaeney's woolen rug from that horrid little lastertown
( later. . i saw her lastermay....
shuffling, pained, almost bent down
and knew this game of life, my way, the best play)
No winter, or just enough, to stop and ponder how this nothing, is nearly enough
But even better
( praise Be upon you Little Miss ...
Fake... on the inauthentic, take.... )
Marches gone by - 15 in fact, stuck: on endless hurt little" bird' standby; March - the body feels, lives, is, more than January or December, the winter ... it's collected in every cell, and wants to remind, how miserable can Be this human kind ..
Five or ten pathetic degrees
below that here-ambient.
May as well wait 'til may
or at least lent.
No heat, head
simply
.. doesnt work.
Not this winter, though
I won!
the endless rigmarole
of modern woman, nonlife, no parole
As she cannot ever know what she wants.
Being, she thinks, rather than learns how to
Just
Be
Me...
never had a more useful new thought
productive winter time
and now kairos time
Turn it into... escape plan rhyme, or at least
( a rather good fiction came to me predawn)
A more graceful wordy
feast"
But back to the point.
Meandering afterdusk through a small rich town.
I simply had no idea - i am no luddite, or only yokel hermitude hiding,
flight in fright
Miami transfer winter '18
London just a few times in a decade .. holding the hands of High Court peversion, victims of child theft, in the namr of their Queen
... but my natural habitat, yes all you ever see here fancy showoff prrformative bags from Habitat
even in Lidl...
As 99% of ... all the time i only walk in wilder spots
Transit back to cave, in the daytime
have never seen
walking through their nighttown streets
The huge flat
... errata, they even have them 2 grand curved ....
two metre tv screen!
And it is as if they NEED to
Be seen, most curtains left undrawn
"Look at me,
big fat tv"
supper...
on the screen other
" humans" almost big and fat as them...
Now i understand, what i see... Lidl, Morrisons
cafe ....
large fat cars parked looking over the sea
All is boxed, sanitary
My two metre tv
sized life,
fuck off i see you, you seem free
of me.
Right dump this shit poet act, and get back to pointed poignant
paragraphs
her fabulous short pages, are no act... i learned from them...
In fact that was all along my mode,
stop a while, here... no more open road.
