to unfold an umbrella in a room, while it rains the gallons of chopin trickling tickles in piano form, and a monsoon of the decade's worth of memoriam to postscript.*

hide it between hiding
an unfolding umbrella
in solid space -
          call it what you want,
in americanist perfectionism,
  and call it a "freedom of speech":
"free": as long as i say it!
glossing over iran,
i'll only double stab at
the effort...
             can't bother-****
    to call it red or call it pink...
  i'll just call it anyways....
imagine if a bull sought pink...
            i'm sure you'd see as much charge....
of a quaker in beetroot skin-boots...
beef-***** of hope-long-lost-gone....
      apparently the dead have a speaker...
and a ******* fest...
            and it sounds like
a hannibal lecter's quest of thirst via
an oyster feast...
            next i'll start imagining
donkey kong jerking off
a pdf. file worth of information...
             take a razor,
and call it simples -
while calling the slit point of
the interaction:
          amounted to verse,
                & a courtney love shoelace;
******* laughing now,
aren't we?
           your beloved lucifer,
          just did the icarus knosedive.
still, imagine the english feeling,
or sitting on a windowsill,
with an open umbrella -
       counting raindrops via
the sheet...
         imagine rolling a cigarette...
huddling under the necro mushroom...
       imagine unfolding
this raindrop mushroom,
in the interiors...
        find yourself under an umbrella,
under a roof...
        you'd be the luckiest man alive,
looking for mushrooms,
even the dodgy ones, the one off offers -
even the kurt cobains...
oddly enough,
unfolding umbrellas under roofs,
made all the necessary sense,
  since it became congested in translating
english: into english (of americanism).