Oh Woman

May/23/2016!

Nothin's for long
Everythin's for a while across 'tis Wiltshire world,
Sometimes do i sure wonder
So sometimes the life has me pondered...
... 'bout the impractically practical
theory of an aqualung love --
The love, that's nothin' more than an unconsciously subconscious fleck of subglacial dirt...,
Spoiled with instinct omega particles;
Rotten like a lil dust of scruffy disgust;
Dispersed in the face of musky sky;
& strenuously,
being cursed by the filthy hot lust of angust...
... has 'tis whole seismic universe bobbed
in the yacht of venom; gently cuffed-puffed & poisoned with a few ejaculating drops of penetrative mistrust
The trust's sure blown up away...
to 'nutter semi-arid sea-shore-strand of Florence sun,
& quite philosophically, when it comes to reality,
there's nothin' likely to be spun...
... in the slumdog -- the semitic lobe of scrupulous love
but the shrunk speck of gone life like an age so young.

(pause)
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Oh Woman, ... nothin' is for long --
not the love, no least the life,
not your laughter or the cry,
not your age, not "that" smile,
not even the breath you taking to be alive...
*sigh*
'cause there's always sweet & light goodbyes...
a few moments later of Halo & Hi's.