you know when you're so severely dehydrated,
you walk into a kitchen,
tilt a teapot into your mouth
   and start figuring out the mirage:
oh, yummy, milk in it to boot
    (which is not exactly an english,
but a siberian "thing", in the origins narrative),
and a teaspoon (howlin' wolf: ah woooo!
    beats b. b. king... hard time with
                   john lee ******) of sugar!
- upon subsequent realißation -
     oh, right, neither, just the black tea;
oh well,
     at least there's the sunday times
                              newspaper to read:
   or what remains of the middle ground:
"gender fluid" wooo oooo loop of oopsy
   and: are you ******* mad?