.birth of the fourth knuckle,
    "gone missing"...

      narodziny czwartego kłykcia,
niby, "zagubionego"..
  
               why is a woman's hand
so ******? when i look at my hand,
when i look at woman's hands?
i see a "missing" knuckle...

its  soundrack that hurts
but not the people;
   got a cameo selfie Monet:
like, you dig(?!) moment:
oh bro!
                     get that feeling you
an eel of a prior to?! ( ( ( (

what the hell was that?!
a Łódź tram-line operator
having a breakdown?!

really?!

           wow...

                       i came to fiddle
with my beard: hey presto!
out pops a violin!

        tomorrow never knows,
yesterday knows too much,
while today?
     today is a wattered down
exclaimation of:
come what may...
            
          hoisin duck sauce in
a tortilla wrap...
           hell...
                no word's worth
of upkeep from these words,
just empty ambitions...
and emptying more than
just ambitions...

   ideally,
               ideally not...
        blah blah a while longer...
before yet another grand
game of spontaneity domino...
with never the formal
addressee: dear sir / kind reader...

i would be lying if i didn't try
to imitate an old lady solving
a crossword as making more sense
to her than reading this...

which i am thankful for:
that this is not a crossword puzzle
or a harlequin romance novel
from some norway.