/                  o'keefe music foundation's
   kids cover 46 & 2 by tool...

just a reiteration of
the bass guitar...

    subtle weaver of rhythm -
at first signature,
pronounced -
   suddenly deviating into
a murmur,
  allowing drums and rhythm
guitar
   a play on the ears...

then deviating again:
playing hide & seek within
the confines of other instruments...

and then merging with drums
in synch. making
it undeniably: "lost"...

   and then re-appearing again,
lost in every crescendo
that's not exactly a crescendo,
but a chorus...

and then back into
the verse, or rhythm section,
and then the bass re-appearing
once more...

****!
     26+ years in england,
and, could this be my first encounter
with an englishwoman?
    that stealth quasi-*****
**** cockney accent in these
outskirts of exaggerated london?!
26+ years, or 25+
if you count a crush on samantha,
curly burnt blonde,
   or danielle...
            screaming after me:
              run rabbit! run!

i'm such a heartbreak when it
comes to the littlest of expressions
of affection...
   the more fleeting the expression
the more i remind myself
to take root...

                 but 26+ years to be
given affection by an englishwoman?!
katie has been, only the 2nd woman
in some dire need to play with
my beard...
                      alas, the first was my
grandmother...

                  so what the **** was i doing
for the past 26+ years...
when all that **** was happening
in rotherham?!

                                huh?!

oh... right...
       i'm not actually english -
  but sure as **** i'll not
   (a) deviate from perfecting this tongue,
and
   (b) nie zapomne tego, z którym
            sie urodziłem.

p.s.
   there actually are orthographic
      jokes when it comes to polish graffiti.

tug a goat by the beard...
   tug a goat by the beard...

       a beard?
    it's like ***** hair, but on your face!
ah katie katie...
  your skin as the gallery
of tattoos...
   the three **** ribbons
intimidating french tights...
   that enveloping eye in
high detail...
          those chemical puddle
coloured fish scales on your
left arm's tip of hiding
       the shoulder, and blade...

26+ years for this sort
of conversation?!
  **** me... what was i doing not
"finishing up" in rotherham?!
i guess constant
copper, is not worth the brighton
tan...

            ah katie katie katie...
catherine, my dear...
                         look at how much you
gave, and how little i have
to reply with.