to encompass the whole of humanity,
you really need to think
of the represented "minority"...
       which, "ironically"
                 is much more than what
     ι is, when it arrives at the gates of Σ.
for me: mortality
       and materialism are synonymous...
albeit constructed from
           a different crossword clue...
                           but came a man with
a dog...
                   came hades with cerberus...
then came a man with
a cat and a sparrow in its jaws,
  dropped on
a worded "caution"...
          and then man was left with
a dying sparrow in his hand...
            am i not a taoist,
concerning myself with a blank pixel
"paper"?
        i guess...
                  owning a cupboard would
be as meaningful
as owning cups and saucers...
it's this extreme of counter-voyeurism...
which poetry has become...
if one can be...
       predictable
                    and consistent...
                     counter-thesis
                      to the idealisation of man;
within the guise of thought
that only men with interesting lives
ever wrote books...
     akin to casanova...
      
        **** the books! have the life!
just imagine casanova being implanted
with a desire to write, or ghost write
like some roman general
to a page...
                caligula reciting
                 his ****-fest to a minor...
stipend of a bureaucrat....
            
       all i did amounted to a game
of squinting with my cat occupying
my bed... the creaking of a chair...
and the odd-hovering-over
clicking noises imposed by a keyboard
of a computer screen,
while listening to soviet anthems
with a beethoven resoluteness of
becoming deaf...
        reading snippets of heidegger
in between...

          mongrel, or what?