in whatever guise,
a gensis of
said pointer,
or said pointer with
an impetus,

        h
        o
                     l          e,
   etymology...

              the word itself
conjures up more fascination
than the mundane

        big, bang...

          you're talking in
a vacuum "where"
no sound can be heard?!

        ****, that's strtetching it.
which implies: exaggeration,
which is, frankly,
far more entertaining
than utilising the poetic
technique of metaphor, mind you.

when spelling i like to
think of enclosures,
shapes, sizes,
                   measuring
                     confiscations,
rubric allowances...
             more zoology and
less...
            can i be honest with
you?
         do you know how relevant
darwin is, outside
        the english-speaking
world?

                 go to moldovia...
where the english speaking people
are sometimes referred to as:
                bellybutton people...

          cos 0 = kardashians...
       hello, sunshine...

     and came the ulçer and
the umbilical chord operatic...
   screaming *******,
couldn't shut up
     about the in-word
   that rhymed with guinea...

slang, slur, slang, slur,
   bummed the note in an orchestral
fiasco, being given authority
of a trombone...
           in-word...
          is that slang, shlang, or schlurrrrrrrr?
you tell me, i'm no
               -stein,
                           herr schtein!
sizzle when they shy-from-a-zig-zag?
say it,
   bet you 30 silver coins
it sounds funny.
slang, slur, slang, slur,
   grandma gave me a *******
and i, finally appreciated
    a dentist counting,
of what was actually missing,
i.e., teeth; or what plagued me in my
dreams... either nothing, or a dream
of teeth...
        unless you want to know
what the application of a
           general anaesthetic
                does to a child's psyche?
sometimes it's no longer
a case of pink floyd:
comfortably numb...
             mind the pain!
          mind the pain!
          
          or is that the part where hunger
is supposed to feel like
reverse cannibalism?

(the poetic revision
of the concept of a paragraph;
how to begin)
                    
  - i drink whiskey and don't
appreciate dousing myself in cologne...
shaving?
       once upon a fairy tale
could have 'elped...
                   now?
           frizzles...
                    curly *******
giants worth of a wheat field...
    gets you to turn
a nutcracker into a *******
                  trumpet,
while turning a shaft of grass
into a bazooka's worth
                  of flute with the whole:
whizzing past
           trying to maintain
a claustrophobic ****...
                  
   or spelling:
the "counter-intuitive"
                 form of counting...

hey hey!
-, a hyphen at the beginning...
**** me, another sputnik!
  gagareen!
     oi, gagareen!
    oh, wait... not funny...
     gágárīn...
            yo... yuri!
yuri!
             another one of those
baboon pirates...
            **** sapiens
has been looking
too long at "****" similis
       in the anglophone world...
    i go back to eastern europe,
read a book, relax...
     oh **** no, i'm coming
back to this gerbil case of
      fish (i.e. gills) and gibraltar;
****, you call her Jill these days?!
  Gib and R on an altar...
    because when it snows
      in Essex, England...
                               people go nuts!

******'s gonna boogie down...
TENSE!
        and whenever a drunk person
tells a "joke":
        you dance, "pretending"
not to laugh.

      all of this stems from my
envy of people, who can solve,
                             crossword puzzles.

no one ever said that
making everyone literate would
breed these technical "problems"...
   but on a technical note...
                they do exist,
i.e. on the missing diacritical mark
on the spelling
of yuri, i.e. gágarīn...
                lay-d, ga-ga...
         ga-ga-reen...
           even though that needs sharpening
of the e-o(h)-ta(h)...
                   otherwise known as ι...
byzantines, greeks, turks
                           & trojans alike!
hollow out the V in a U in a Y...
                                               gagaryn;
and now back into a *** note
                                       on a tuba;
because by now it's all mahler
        and condensing into an
approximation
                replica of rim,
                 based on the affix -ryn.