i can't believe it, I own the ****** album,
but did I have to really watch miami vice
(2006) to catch the subtle drift,
like a ghost whispering to a rose
come autumn seeing its petals gentle
fall with the song shape of things
to come: minus the chorus
    verse on a loop...
                            but there's a first,
like now, drinking kosher *****...
cymes... tss wet snare that C...
cymes? deformed hebrew,
a more subtle variant?
      Yiddish. .. slap bang down the middle
of the European archipelago...
cocoon of Ishmael...
          who would have thought,
kosher *****,
      then again, even the ol'
Haifa curly-wurly rasta with pearl
sheen instead of cobweb dry fudge
of remnant afro, gets to drink with me
on Purim...
    otherwise more lend-words from
ni'm'ecki schloß...
           came the jew baptised as a ***...
ah looky looky... a yew trí...
   because how would you apply
or venture into diacritical markings
to indicate a trill on, zee Ar?
                     schla(')ya(h)...
   or that which lurks in mud
    and bog waters, moving in stealth,
   or to say the least: turns
   a golem to abide with
said summons, in a rebellious
   sloth...

sha shtil, makh nit keyn gerider
der rebe geyt shoyn tantsn vider
sha shtil, makh nit keyn gevald
der rebe geyt shoyn tantsn bald

un az der rebe tantst
tantsn dokh di vent
lomir ale plyasken mit di hent

un az der rebe tantst
tantst dokh mit der tish
lomir ale tupn mit di fis

cymes, or t'zymmes...
spotless, spotless clean,
no dalmatian nor a zebra
to upset the sheen...
    so as ***** nears
it's freezing point, which is below
water, since its boiling
point is also below water,
it turns into a smooth,
anti-sickly-sweet consistency
akin to gomme syrop.