drinking fatigue...

            and something
                                     else in between...

               a skull...

             with two tongues
lodged in its
respective sockets...

and an eye...
            in its mouth that
replaces the tongue...

hardly a respectable
conjuring,
     not exactly a pink elephant
in the room moment...

evidently not even
a dream...

              two tongues for a pair
of eyes,
                  and a single eye
                                  for a tongue...
i am fatigued with
incorporating german into
this island folk, narrative...
       my minding
an unavailable explanation
for the many definite
article distinctions...

                                   right about this
time joining the circus would
appear the only avaliable idea
worth upkeeping sanity...
         since...
               what i was prescribed?
enlisting in
                                          a university?

can't think of anything useful,
or creative mind you,
over than a regurgitation
         of a march of hammers...
without a base-purpose
          of "inquisitive" nails
                         on the ready...

church-and-state...
                the state...
        "church", i.e. technocracy,
                        and "state"...
a faceless individual:
attacked by a stripping-effect
to allow the bare minimum:
of grammar coherency...
  then the attack on grammar!
hmm...

      i'm not genius...
  but...
                     well... whatever
it is...
                            if it's ******,
  it ought to be ******...
                        and if it's good?
        well... then i'm not reimagining
having written this onto toilet
paper...

                    given that:
drinking is the only form of metabolism
that can give you insight
into metabolic fatigue...

                            can't exactly say
i eat much: much of that's puffy is due
to the drinking...
            which is...
                 what's that word...
   marie antoinette's cake confession
for the people...
                   (lard-brain)
                                ah!
                ­                            cake!      

baltic sushi for me:
               creamy, raw, herrings...      
or raw herrings in piquant white vinegar
and oil and accompanied by
onions and garlic, and a bay leaf,
perhaps the english herb...
   or raw beef...
            made to a tartare standard...
roughly chopped...
      and a raw: egg yolk...    

just saying               prishtine
        through clenched teeth?
         encourages salivation for such things...

what was i saying?

ah...
                               drinking fatigue...
it's not that i've had "enough",
or that i've had "too little"...
            but drinking can do that to you...
been there done that...

            the lesser of "me" are at least
entertaining,
    dancing a very public tango
with their shadows...
                    hazy-eyed, quasi-blind,
          but my god...

                 obviously the ones that
learned how to write end up being
successful...
               but the ones like me:
who took the kenneth rexroth approach
and did it, with a self-         impetus?

skull: two tongues in its sockets that replace
the eyes,
               and one eye:
          guarded by 32 tailors...

ah! good old form of english!
                                            letters, like teeth!

yogh (ȝ)

                     ethel (œ)

              ash (æ)

                               thorn (þ)

                                           wynn (ƿ)

  and eth (ð)...

      sounds good spuds to me...
even biblical...

    so that's how mother england
               lost its: ****...
           gender "neutrality" and nouns...

                                yogh was a son, yes?
             ethel was a daughter, yes?
ash was transgender so we don't
know how to apply ashley to either
man or woman, yes?
  thorn: yes, and cain and thor: so male.
wynn: the p'ooh - so a cuddly toy?
       eth: definitely a woman.

i'm drunk: you're sober -
                let's not get into an argument
about why english grammar
doesn't extract a masculinity / femininity
perception
                             of words
         akin to the frowning 'enchmen...
                                               k'wee?