each day in the months inclusive
of summer,
  i wake up in a furnace,
   the temp. of the room is so agitated
that the cat the sleeps with me
is begging to escape the atmosphere,
as i too,
zombie-walking into the kitchen,
binging on some fruits,
if essex strawberries were still
in harvest, that would be me binging
on 30 of them in one go...
and them some water...
and then?
       lying in the corridor,
using my bicep as a pillow...
leeching off the coollness of the corridor
wall...
you spend enough time with cats,
you learn were the cool spots in
arichtecture are...
   in this instance,
the hard wooden floors,
the leech of a body that was me
******* up to the concrete,
  and a bicept for a pillow...
how long? for about 2 to 3 hours...
i hate summer,
     unless you're talking local
strawberries straight from the fridge,
nothing beats strawberries
from essex...
         and yes,
i love binging on food when
the season comes...
like eating an entire watermelon...
         yum-fucky-****!
why is there a cat sleeping in
my bed at this moment?
          all i know is that i'll have
to vacuum my bed tomorrow...
    ah... what a cutie...
      i'd sooner wish to wake
my ****-of-a-next-door-neighbour
than the cat in my bed...
            so much for intra-species
politicis...
                    seems i aimed
at the inter-species sort of solidarity...
mind you,
   we're very english around here,
we interact upon the basis
of the "evolution"  of
   h.r.m.s. (mail service) -
             supposedly people are sometimes
not available to retrieve their purchase,
the whole shopping experience
is turning wonky,
and making women into ***** wonkas
of nuts!
                i'm not getting up
for that package you ordered to fly-in
from hone hong *** honry kong...
       you tell your stilettos to do
the talk... while i usher in a cleanse
of the sewers...
              **** me! i'd stop at 1
when it comes to the wonders of
the earth: namely 1, woman...
the rest?
              they can have the same fate
as the colossus of rhodes;
and to be exact? in line
with the dodo-project.
    question whether i'm bothered?
   i'm trying! for god's sake man!
i'm trying! she's not really pushing the right
libido buttons! i'm trying man!
heave! i'm heaving you gut-schmuck!
i'm heaving! i'm trying to give
   birth to a woman you sorry ***
  en-masculating loser!
    ******! it's not working!
          i'll sooner give birth to a cat,
or a dog, than i might give birth
to a woman, with a man that might
replicate himself with!
no, you work the spandex,
      i'll work the ******* sickle...
the hammer comes with whoever
does justice reading braille,
           while undoing a bra strap!
oh, because those *******
don't come off as easily as spreading
butter on a toasted slice of bread?