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Apr 2017
indicative: that's, what i might call an adjective....
      *indication
? that's what i'd call a noun -
        indicating? that's probably a verb -

i'm still mystified by this flower or bush or tree
       or whatever the hell it's doing, which, given it's springtime:
is probably just blooming...

                       milk               honey              soap

   or the variant in polish

                        mleko           miód                   mydło;
because that's basically saying:
                  if i've lost my cultural identity, something folkish,
and i get emotional about a scandinavian
                           folk song (herr mannelig) -
                           then i really have to get my act together
and say: you can everything you want!
        have it!             my mother tongue?    you're not having it!
and what is currently the "west"?
              talk of feminism...
                             i once had a girlfriend that told me
i would always be a man-child (christ ref.) -
            but all she said was:                     "real" men don't cry.
well **** me!
                          i can't weep at an ola gjeilo composition?
well... *****... you're really into the jason voorhees types:
and i mean that, i'm dead serious about that point:
    either that or psychiatrists,                 or neurologists.

but so it happens, that i won't be soppy about this debackle...
     you know what i was thinking of?
          the european version of peanut butter & jelly -
well, being a european i'm, quiet frankly, an omnivore...
       and when you're drunk, and you're an attested
tobacco user...          you'll seriously think some weird **** up...
      
                 so yeah, i came with an alternative to the american
sandwich recipe of                 peanut, butter... and jam...
   said like a true nova scotia       "patriot"...
           o.k., i can imagine the scots and the french heading north,
the english the irish and whatever was left-over down south
in the hail! glorious u.s.a.!
                  where did the welsh go to?
                                                             ­    siberia? or alaska?
anyway... my innovation...
                            pâté
                ­              (circumflex)              a bit like a macron (ā) -
so yeah...      pâté! and cherry jam!
                          a bit like saying:
                             à croissant! avec jambon et fromage!
      alt. parisien... à crêpe!          "          "       "       "
                                         (as in, the same as stated above).
oh right, forgot to mention: weet chili sauce with the croissant variation.
**** me! what's with the linguistic aesthetic of
    adding an unnecessary    e in a word like crêpe...
         the word can end on the p... like in english:      crap.
Mateuš Conrad
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Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
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