i can't help but run parallels
   between the joaquin phoenix
film her and watching
jaclyn glenn video extracts
of an autobiography...

   eclectic?
            connoisseur of excesses?
sure as ****
             my drinking helps...

which brings me to the following
recommendation...

  i rarely visit the english ales
section of a supermarket array
of shelves...

      lucky me:

            THEAKSTON
             pale ale...

(unpasteurised,
    cold filtered) -

          beau!
              a complete and utter beau!
    über-beer,
                                  ja!

unlike a syringe this one has
an impersonal story:
     brewed in masham,
    using el dorado & summit
hops...
       among the "trivial"
local, north yorkshire malted barley;

can't explain it
if you haven't tasted it,
   off goes the taj mahal into the distance...
and the almost subversive
palette of a budweiser...
        subversive as in:
with a hint of ***. drinking habits...

beer and extracting alcohol
from rice?
            too...
                       like any german
might:
        not enough... gorycz'ka(h)...
budweiser is just too bland
           a beer to be dubbed: "king"...

i'm not even going to press the matter
further...

  about the two women who slapped
me in the face,
  and the hand that punched me
twenty times emerging with a plum
sketch beneath my eye-socket...

   i told you:
    you need to punch something
with more: consistency prior to applying
the make-up machine of a fist
onto the canvas...

     punching a wall allows you to invite
a... somehow... "oddly" enough
hidden 4th knuckle...
          can't exactly punch your own
face not having punched a wall first,
which allows the 4th knuckle protrusion....

you'll just hurt yourself
without the protruding 4th head
of the cerberus...

           still can't explain the arabic
death-fantasy...
          i can't exactly bypass the 72 rottweilers
and me wrestling with them naked;

since i can't exactly forget that
angry yet frivolous,
               panting breath of a dog,
with open jaws...
    and me wanting to return
the desire to take a bite...

                    THEAKSTON's pale english ale...
great beer...
               certainly smoother than
that subversive h'american
                south korean rice extract ****.