and they might have added that i didn't integrate more, more what what from bangers and mash? unless i be named Muhammad Kathmandu Sr., id suddenly that i didn't scoop up the murk of the "integral duty" of hibernating among the Irish Catholics in Seven Kings like some protestant wild-boy (for lack of a better phrase)... and gained what? i've learnt about the "natives" as much as Machiavelli could learn about hermits, in that there isn't an argument for xenophobia, but simiphilia, if there's that... asked if there ever was a famous Pole I'd hear Copernicus was a German and that Galileo proved him first... in a remote exaggeration: happy are those to have not know the declining-zenith of the Roman world; or as some would say: Kiev was founded by the ugliest in sculpture yet the most bountiful in crass humour satyrs of: willed by the winds, or delving in complimentary compliments of farts. sometimes the exaggerated vocabulary, yet in proximity of London, what's to say I live among the English? sooner with a Scot or by Ire phlegm mark I say, than tryst a dance on the grovelling bulldog shnoot... I have you known english is stricken with too few loan-words, it's too antiquated seeking Trojan trajectory in the slow death of Rome,  already Athens revived in Moscow Cyrillic... too few loan-words akin to Poles borrowing from Ukrainian and German, too much urban slang, not enough concern for nigh:  vicinusphobia (for one but Philip there be 10 times as many Phoebe)... i know not my neighbours, and for that, i am the least bothersome kin: in that, i am not akin.*

a month spent in Poland
and i'm rife with contempt
awaiting a return to
the anglosphere,
   a month spent in
a self-imposed detox from
alcohol and Internet
coverage and i'm riling
at no other than myself,
but then the twins
Atlas and the concept
twin solipsism start to
nibble at my concerns
which are: the resources
in my power,
  grandparents become
like children,
  only today my grandmother
asked: what will i  do?
spend a month with
pentioners and you
can't feign a crying
child, no impeding hope,
albeit a closure,
   nor can you feed
them **** and keep
them in the dark like
mushrooms before
the great mystery of
consciousness
   becomes a spiderweb
a priori a spider...
cool creationist kids read
Kant...
    and the wheel is
reinvented:
  what came first
  the chicken / spider or
the egg / spiderweb -
  there, is, no,
   absolute, linear, answer,
no (a) to (b) in a model
that begins with a question,
and ends with a question,
which is no wonder why
questions are inexhaustible,
while answers are only
as good as digression
is allowed to reign,
   +/- a yawn barometer...
a ******* month
spent in this land tickling
a romance regarding
Ukraine...
          a month...
yet back west I head,
very much unlike a Jack Keruac...
demographic change,
"tectonic" shifts,
   between slang vocabulary
and vogue vocabulary
I'd say:
   I conquered the tongue
to speak as my own
  and as a tongue
  neither mine nor mine
to own and keep
I made it clear:
  (subsequently)
all else was: MADE IN CHINA.
1997 was a good
year to come to England,
after the union's expansion
Eastern Europe became
little Asia...
import, slackers of
   Brighton ought to know,
the pier burnt down,
while all the firemen
were giggling via Y
M C A... and you won't get
gags cheaper than that...
even i felt a chilling
aura from the mass
migration of "fellow" men...
nearing the end
  of a broken detox
it really doesn't matter,
I go back to the anglophone
prole of a demographic
crisis,  which I like to call:
planned extinction...
or what the Aztecs might
have thought:
we as stupid as Egyptian deed?
they see now gallows
but only a sacrilege of
Golgotha,
    they think we do away
with a maiden,
   as if they didn't parade
a ******* ****** strapped
to their pyramid abstract
of hierarchy!
    ***** ******* rule
the world, or at least
soil it with their replicas:
cousins ******* cousins,
    eugenic myopia,
  nonetheless
the grander 'ard-on.
    again:
     cool creationists read
Kant once, then shut up:
    a priori? res mimic.
an ontological cul de sac.
  a posteriori? **** sapiens.
  an ontological res per se.