some men love life through women, other men love
life through the process of fermentation; latter moi -
then some unexpected party begins with shelling war tanks and bullets:
ooh new year’s eve for several years every day!

you know what the western slavs call
whiskey, cardinal brandy, champagne
and wine? perfumes.
and thus the replied: ***** on icebergs!

well you won't read the books i read, and the books i read
have an almost nill readership,
so if you think i'm desperate to have readers,
i'm not, because what interests me interests a few
and thus i am welcome, and thus i am comforted.