Bogey

Skendong

I

Aint goin’ anymore

would like to claim the same

but rely upon you and others

to do same

heavy boots

sturdy spade

choosing the ground

was minded to travel

unorthodox / paradox

did sneak to the place –

entering by the flaky monolithic gate

Tool in hand,       above dark, calm at Southern Cemetery,                       the outskirts of town

though a bunch of vociferous crows

buzz amongst the stones.

II

Stabbing the bearer repeatedly turning over

the green

After lengthy work in the moments foray it was then I left and

floated away

from the scene

III

Time sensed = Time up

I place my part quietly in

Obscure

Time Future

is this absent body sure?

Though I hope you will come

return the soil and sing

songs for me….       Booze, eat dance and parteeeee

Some of…

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