respectability argument: to be honest, being british, i think you're being asked to be required in kenya.... unless french, and much needed in the ivory coast; unless of course bound to south america and resurrecting aztecs; but that's you, snogging Pocahontas: and there's me still thinking about L'vov in Ukraine and Vilnius in Lithuania, like some Greek torching Athens in order to reclaim the stature of being enclosed by the Koranic identification of being once named Byzantine.
i make children in my sleep. parisian monkey dogue;
i'll sell my mother for a chance to salute!
seigel... heil! is that drowned
or drunk monkeys? is that the fluffy bollocks
or the furry moustache?
vexen ßeß -
i'm getting the itch....
the children rebel,
they read:
azure eyed
and the keeper: those americans
aren't selling the idea of democracy,
they're selling patriotism...
we can't find patriotism
after vietnam...
i told you i sold the children
the idea...
they're hanging with me in the night...
they're engaging everyone with
drunk's antics... and 9 depths of Dante...
when no-one aims to be
intelligent, rather drunk...
high-streets of Aleppo...
only when children take to invoking
a priestly Saturday...
caste-made worth's of a swastika...
i charge to culprit the salutation...
for whatever coaxing
i too mind the hoax -
veneered in vex -
broadly gathered with a klux.
x x x... x x x... wind-farms of Bavaria.
tragedy in Dortmund, and navigating
the E34... i think they call it the Bermuda
spaghetti tangle...
schloss... Mathias Pfred...
y'ah, dirt-ridden with the Rhine...
neun counter eins...
luft, feuer, wasser, erde;
zahnseide nach naiv chittern, denken bürste;
ich nehmen die kontinent für schweinkratzen:
kichernd beifall - cacao Brad Pitt... suede
in foxtrot a vexing the vixen of mustard with
merging ginger and brownshirt; skunk
marching the heb toward allegiance texan,
for that pretty period of living in the 1960s
and the early 21st century...
and god said: either a german or a pole
will be my puppet joker, or i'll have
a resurrection of israel! fuck! why not, i'll
have both.