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Apr 2018
candles ward off bad dreams,
and ward off old men and women
from waking in the night...
don't ask me how I came across
culture's
               harder than the rest
album,
   my Jamaican drug dealer
said I listened to culture
  when I started listing my
discography, inheritance
Marley... Ziggy, Damien,  Stephen...
Israel Vibration...
somehow urban ****** via
rap... always had too much blind
about it...
to counter rap I had to look
into sclerosis blanca...
    skunk thread, skinny scalps...
you know the sort...
Cockney wiseguys
who didn't sing along to:
say ooh la la say sum...
c'mon c'mon...
           primal sin...
and when her younger sister
walked down the stairs...
and her 14 year old glee...
then there and then:
my muse, untouchable...
    no beauty in the eye of the beholder...
save for a needle's eye,
and a life, worth a string thread
to replace footprints
on what remains
the enigma of the Thames' murky tide...
before the sidewinder serpent
on the dunes...
man walking on a beach,  
on the buffer zoning,
on god's land...
           harvester of mortality,
and the immortals' insomnia....
forever my muse: the prior to yah...
obviously having ******
one sister would be bothersome
******* another...
and the I was, thinking
that Sienkiewicz's novel
krzyżacy would be mezmo...
******* colt knight of a hot-head
zbyszko ruined the whole
****** novel...
   me waiting for teutonic monks...
giving bombastic speeches
of contradictory celibacy....
the germanic older brother
of the anglo saxon *** tease jokes
that became a complete ******* flop...
but given the medieval scenario...
if she wasn't married off
by her late teens,
  she would be deemed desolate...
inheritance tax in the current year
worth no more, than taboo...
    a first laid upon sight...
voyeurism of omni-
   qualities, hidden behind the extensive
walls of mirror(s)...
             concentrated lust,
best ascribed to a seasonal diet of:
and english strawberry in summer months,
watered down moths of flavour,
Iberian, in the wintry clot of:
what of bear as mammal,
   easing into hibernation?
   observing the natural hierarchy...
man is incomplete, in that he hasn't
adapted to the benefits of 1 dimensional
honing expenditure...
the whale a mammal,
the bear a mammal,
the former a fish,
the latter an insect...
                         transcending categories
of OCD humanists...
                   bear the remant of
a lazy bird...
   who learned to hibernate,
rather than migrate...
      out of the Alaskan tundra...
****... keep your out of Africa narrative...
and take your brown Jesus with you,
while you're at it.
Mateuš Conrad
Written by
Mateuš Conrad  36/M/Essex (England)
(36/M/Essex (England))   
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