My left-handed heart sings me my drab lullabies

[tectak]

My left-handed heart sings me my drab lullabies
to kill love I can just bring my own interpretive powers to bear down in this line though it is dual-purpose. Have you considered the left/sinister connection? Etymology. Maybe obscure but you started it

but I don't want to die We shall have problems with this. You write a ramble and so on that plateau (I read to the end. Plateau is a compliment. No ups or downs in it.) I will continue. The "but" is a conditional link where no conditions are given. You could drop the word completely and that gives you the terminal freedom to ramble on to the next ramble

spellin it the Southern way ...which, being serge, you do anyway. I cannot see what this line is unless an accidental paste. Ramble on.


you park your Murk- see de S? edes in the corner
you can step in sight ...I will NOT retract. I am not concerned over your intent, serge. I expect mystery. I can only assume that your love of language causes these perfunctorial peregrinations of thought. You make it difficult to homogenise. Grasshopper. Schmetter! Squash the leaping insect in your brain. For me?

I park my mercedes mentality
within my dreams
just in time before
GOD blows my life's candle out. See? Love this stanza because it loves me. The meaning becomes subjugated by the skill in execution...that is gut,yah? So, the poem begins. Here.

Isn't it unfair to die?


If your heart's a buddhist mind If your heart serves a buddhist's mind
consider to join me consider joining me
and swim through my
night-marish life. not sure the swim metaphor works...but it is the "through" word that buggers it up. Should it be "...swim in..."? Your poem


Bring it on, baby please,
bring back life to me. The ramblin' blues lament. "Bring it on back to me" would work as a cliche to some, but "bring it on" is to invite a threat fullfillment, for everyone. This is not what you mean to say,is it?


Eventually it's over
and you won't remember no more Vernacular. Intentional? You are still Blind Lemon Chitterlin' on the mouth harp!
but if you feel sad
you are welcome in my palace of absynthisence Oh yeh? And absy(i)nthe will take away your sadness...I would like absence or absin(y)the but not both. It does not work except on this plateau...again, your poem. Leave it and go home happy.

to carve out a restroom for your mournings. How tempted can a man of your wordy experience be by that old morning mourning thing...or were you?

Hi serge,
All said, you could pull this round. You have pathos, bathos and brownlie on your side. How could it fail?
Yes to workshopping but you have to chisel away at a very big rock. The risk is that you already have and you are now posting the chippings. I can't tell.
Very Best,
tectak