a reiteration of the roman magnum opus of conduct: when in rome, act like the romans... when you walk among the crows: croak like the crows... or when in the vicinity no one laughs? laugh into the night, howl, gag, beg; if there's no one laughing in the night... only today in the night i giggled silly, tickling my belly, imagining myself a pregnant body... seems the closet a man will be to a woman with a shared experience of similis, is by ingesting a tape-worm embryo.

did i spend the past night cackling,
drowning in laughter,
supervisor of the onomatopoeia?
                 yep...
did i smoke a cigarette,
   subsequently spat into my hand
and put the cigarette out?
   yep: that was also me...
          did i wake to a perfect english
sky mid-afternoon and spotted
regurgitation on the roof just outside
my window? i did indeed...
but do you remember what
conjured the regurgitation?
        putting out a cigarette on the hand,
smearing and then licking the ash...
did i regurgitate because
i drank "too much"?
    hardly...
                     i just told you about
spitting on my hand, putting out
a cigarette on it,
                      smearing tobacco ash
all over the hand, and then licking it.
  *kiedy wchodzisz między wrony,
   musisz krakać tak jak one.
         pospolite maximum: proverb.
i'll clean the sick during the night
off the roof...
         but it wasn't licking the ash
that bothered my bowels...
more equivalent to a grain of sand...
              as one man said, once upon
a time:
                  being allowed to be an animal
unshackles one from having
to be a man...
                  tailoring and ****.