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I have never Carpe'd or Semper'd
Nor carved someone's name into a tree
I was never a man.
leaning against
the door
pressure outside

implosion

crushed up burnt and
wooden is how
the ship is sailing off without me

wrack and tooth
nail and jetsam
barrel me tarred i would prefer
to be sealed shut inside this
structure
Tapping
Always into
The aether
Signals elevated beyond noise
Into sculpturrets of sound
Meaning one thing to the receiver
Deceiver
Transcoder
and Sent out
always lacking enough
but always containing just
the nothing
aw
ay
from precision
built out of the lines
lie and do not stand still
this one is coming in hot
it reads
we invented telegraphy
backwards and sent messages
ourselves into the future.
they used to send telegrams
nearly



"with close kinship, interest, or connection; intimately"


~~~

it's n-early for natty,
dressed for gym penance in his
dress blue
sweats

but instead of working out,

he's working out
a gymnastic, mental, laboring problem,
that the muse mistress musters him out
to out,
and to attend to
the birthing of t-his
composition

a re-erupting volcano that
has gone and got him good,
now he's a man intimately
possessed,
with completing, recording,
an unabbreviated log of
oh so long ago's,
a list of the
oh so many

nearly

line items in his
life's lineage

nearly

went a whole life lessened by being
love less,
which always calculates as
a life lived
forever insufficient

nearly

was intimate
only
with tears self-shed,
on a single pillowcase in
a double bed,
that was unfulfilled,
no intersecting
humanity

nearly

permanentized
kin
ship
as a
dictionary definition official
for a
sunken vessel,
a drowning one man scull,
racing toward a finish line
that had no visible
finish

nearly

lost both sons, lost years, lost friends
lazy living in the slow, low heat
of a burning hell
of zero connections,
thinking the proper cost/benefit solution
was always,
never to be
greater than,
always
less than one

nearly

packed it in,
while overlooking a temptress river,
calling me out swiftly from the
slow lane of loneliness,
offering a

nearly

certain final outlet sale,
a mark-down event,
for clearing the heavy, overladen shelf
of over-weighty
al-one-ness,
a sale of singular single
cell marks upon human flesh

nearly

died a miserable man,
and still may,
from who knows what
pestilence consumption

but

never

from never knowing,
for the lacking of,
the unadulterated love
of a good woman
*

and that is
more than,
greater than,
>
all the unknowable
nearlys

and more
than any other
nearly,*
life may yet
deny me,
or
curse me by


~~~
6:45am
Jan. 18, 2016
NYC
for Steve (Sjr1000) whose nearly always,
inspired comments
reminded me that
nearly
too,
can be
flawless,
in its own right
Not
Enough
Strength in the weakness
That has always pained the body of people
Man hues and cries and yet
Wo
to the woe inside our hearts
Take everything and burn it
And shall we not be ashamed
Of course the party is just the vanguard for
Humanities last defeat
The foe is ourselves
And let the last dead person call "I win!"
global warming = human extinction
the matches
Let flame encounter
Drought wood
We must burn up
Carbon
itself
Until they are convinced
We were always in too little of a hurry
To die
Penniless as a dog in the grave we prepared for them
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