faaaaaaaaaaaaaack...

      another blank space

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and i'm supposed to fill it,
with something worth digestion /
cognition?

    could find it much easier
fitting an elephant into
an oyster shell, come to think of it.

if only i didn't strain language
to the point of complete
disintegration,

       like you do, casually,
fathoming a Wednesday evening,
sure sure...

          d'eh ****?!

and the dirtiest of mouths gets
to sing soprano
     in the castrato choir,
of some obscure English prep.
school...
             involuntary celibacy
my ***:
                

                since so much of
nuance is lost in this: dead above death
medium...
       imitating being rudely woken
in a grave 100 years later:

      so, people are still unsure about
executing nuance in
   direct messaging,
          let alone metaphor?
thought so...

good to be awake,
savouring a blink with the long awaited
play on the "sly"...

        now they have c.c.t.v.
                     monitoring ***-holes?
              marvelous!
let me get out my aladdin lamp
and rub rub rub rub it good...
like shoeshine and a **** o.f.f.
                          (of future fision)...

imagine being congested with
the backpack of speaking for all of humanity...
which makes a very real
echo chamber...
     notably: when i was in paris
i ensured that i had an italian girl
or a russian-canadian girl talk
french for me...

                 can echo resonate in vibration?

and we made the turf beneath the eiffel
tower ours...
came loaded with wine and breadcrumbs
and cheese...
      and...

             nabokov's ******...
          now a mirage...
the fancy boy read the book,
    i had in possession a brick
(an unread book),
             but we still managed to mingle
like it wasn't the typical
Friday night of excavating life
      from the cement of Nay York...

       plaster alabaster... albatross!
post scriptum: coin flip, coin toss,
             dousing cotton with
   oxidised water...
namely: abstracting a mouth
                          ******* up relief...

  ever so often though,
language does disintegrate to the point
where even by prefix knowledge
of the alphabet doesn't help
(given that i always had
trouble with the alphabetical
suffix), i.e.:

   a, b, c, d, e, f, g, h, i, j, k, m, n, l, o, p...

   q, r, s, t, u, v, w, x, y, z...

      is that even right?

it's just another moth in custard
scenario...
          who needs to remember
a... sequence like that,
   when it becomes jumbled-up into
words in the end?

   interlude:          ****! that really is
                                                 26!

i still can't stomach the north american
love of acronyms...
           can't stomach or rather can't stand
the exclusivity of acronym usage...
i guess it comes with
the prime, namely u.s.a. (of) -
  so suddenly the goal posts shift and
prepositions / conjunctions are,
                                           not minded...

i tuned in to the point of global
politics, minding that there's an extra
F attached to: "of" america...
      
            believe me when i say
that almost every european wants to
see wee billy on the hill
                      rather than ms. liberté...

******* disorientating using
this language, this insomnia medium...
who the hell has time to dream
using it?
                
              drunk like a skunk:
            worshipping a voodoo shadow;
i too once held a belief
in the use of language that didn't
disintegrate,
            made strict, and alumnus, suited
for a replica of a paragraph:

alas!
             a whisker shy off a cat's
                           jaw drop with meow...    

this is probably the closest
   i will ever come to experiencing
sky-diving...
                    **** it: free-f
                                          a
                                           l
                                           l!