i might as reduce it to seeing
a keyboard,
  but then again i have
to contend with
the echo chambers of
the outskirts of north london,
greater: to mind the critique...
i don't mind the criticism
if i'm not, walking
these wet-light mirror
                  labyrinths...
i've had to employ about 20 hands
to pair up with the things
i touched...
                   to be exact?
pine branches felt the best:
***** cushions.
              they left a perfume of:
to add to a "repertoire"
concrete was well moulded,
a tree soon became
an out-dated
           post
that apparently bred
                communication lines
via the: talker (phone).
            i touched up more things
that allow me to ease up
into a *****...
               never mind...
if it's called marriage it's
better called petting...
        you'll sooner find one
able hussar in your vicinity...
       i've lived past the grey of:
"en masse"...
                  i am hanging
off a persuasion note...
                      the least
pulverising note to breathe on:
is the breath you take...
         disco polo prodigy...
hardly a Chopin: in
                   drop-your-pants
take awe at mature women
sort of gimmick...
                we wrote,
we drank,
                and the **** in between?
it turns out my father was
an economic migrant,
as was i,
    although he went to
a better pedagogy project
that i did,
   he? the army.
me? the university.
                 thank **** i'm lucky  
to see the current implosion!
it's like: fireworks; did i ask?
       not to mention
fashion and the "lumberjacks"...
titled: got bored of shaving,
                   hence the beard.
i sometimes wish we could
exact: men educated by the army...
women educated:
     university and the whatever.
i can cook, i can clean,
   but not as a rubric enterprise:
out of the blue
   really works miracles
on petting cats;
    if you want to be a crazy cat
lady...
        or pretend to keep an
Afghan "teenager" in
your yom kippur (
              attic) to sprout like
  a ******* white knight unicorn
       and a tax-*****!
                     hey, no ****: li-m-bo!