tabacoo as a sharp ****** of a syringe
into your brain:
          the insatiable geometry of
a fly's flight... best decipted by
        the word: whizz.

concerning inanimate things:
  ****... that's not today:
                 that ******* tomorrow!

the moon in daytime:
                       mostly during winter.

and if there was ever a need
  to revise plato's exclusion criterium
from the repulic?
         i have one:
              if you can solve crosswords,
you should be allowed to write
                    poetry.

        hate those buggers who take on
pedagogy techniques of what
"poetry" is...
                     in terms of music,
and what rhyme represents?
                          hitting the same notes,
on and on and on,
                    i'm guessing the people who
can write pedagogy poetry
       are the ones who can solve
                     crossword puzzles,
and are most likely to grab onto
   a thesaurus...

                       so why did i start writing
poetry?
                      couldn't afford paint,
paintbrushes,
                    nor the (bayeux) tapestry;
it's either called digging graves,
quantum mechanics,
                or wormholes:
   within the concept of the metaphren:
conjured from metaphors
         congregation like a flock
                                  of flamingos;

or as the myth of poland is concerned:
why did storks pick this land
   to migrate to in the northern
                                  summer months
and not, shveeden?

              scheisse weiße: pick-ah-boo!
       turkish:                
         jason ******* statham, of all people,
   or what's called:
          they spent all that money
            on the fast & the furious 8
      and there was no yackie chung in it?  

(a) i write poetry because i can't afford paint,
(b) if you can solve crosswords
                              you shouldn't write it,
because who the hell needs rigid
geometricians
                      and pedagog paedophiles
        to give you a squiggly line
                 that apparently never ends?