seriously... what's there to write?
i'm sipping a kalimotxo
smoking like a steam-engine:
   my my, how tobacco is just an extra
bit crisp of fine: whenever
wine is involved...
         a brief interlude watching
psychological profiling of "alpha males":
that ol' chestnut...
christine mackinday
                 and koppenhaver...
  well... the proper interlude:
when i first heard white zombie's
astro-creep 2000...
                  and all the night's worth
of sleep to look forward to tomorrow...
when i... most certainly will:
watch the deer hunter - properly...
i'll just pretend: it's not a citizen kane
moment in cinema...
old russian babushka mothers
searching for the sons in drinking dens...
durak: sabaka!
дюрaк: сaбaкa!
          the old tale of metallurgy...
tomorrow: well... tomorrow i'll also be
escorting my dear ol' movver
to buy some... strawberries...
        but what of... the "old" worries...
i'm trying to think about...
the "old" worries...
    and alpha male profiling geniuses...
it's a bit too much... when i hear:
he was abusive to the dogs...
i can't stomach that...
                clearly i wasn't a mood to write
this...
good enough for that mood is still
intact with a last gulp of kalimotxo...
spear-heading a circa 3 : 1 ratio of wine...
such a mellow exercise...
    when ms. amber comes along...
there's all that... waiting...
drinking wine seems more... akin to...
watching a tide of a sea come
and nibble the shore...
         well... are they called spirits
for no particular reason?
     a plethora of moods...
***** is the worst... that serpent with
its watery eyes...
pierce right through you...
all the other spirits can disguise their...
ills...
to have truly enjoyed wine...
once upon a time...
to have... roses bud beneath the cheeks...
to fill... sedated but at the same time:
elated...
like watching kim novak play
alongside james stewart...
      because... i could be hardly called
a... cary grant sort of guy...
maybe it was always that...
tease of the lisp...
                well... that sort of "thing"...
omega male... sort of "thing"...
what a list of... unsuspected joys of...
a rat and a sigh entombed in
a maze of dross;      
    hardly unlikely to have found me...
bedazzled by somewhere like
las vegas...
             if it was paris...
if it was paris...
       because in venice i was most
likely myopic...
          and...     it wasn't what i was
expecting... as ever:
the best plan is to not have a plan...
and concerning expectations?
better reserve some fancy for
being surprised.
yes: tomorrow... escort for dear movver...
it's this ****** "thing"...
strawberries...
     dear movver: otherwise... what?
dearest mother-in-law?
      test-tube baby galore...
found dry ***** on a tissue outside
a *****-bank...
and... this must be such a 19th century
"thing"...
             this inbreeding is:
bewildering! the travesty!
                  imagine a name: norman...
"beto" oreman... better...
              that's nice...
let's groove: tukka yoots riddim
  (Us3)...
now throw into this quarantine mix...
your typical english...
rainy weather... well...
       t.v. and the glue...
something from the horrors of...
a clockwork orange...
        not even in medieval times...
did they conjure up this sort of
torture... of cutting someone's
eyelids off...
        perhaps the *******...
               yes... better a focus on
those strawberries.