as albums go...

  kiss me kiss me kiss me

will always outrank

    disintegration:

...show me show me
        show me how you do that trick
the one that makes me scream he said
the one that makes me laugh he said
and threw his arms around my neck
show me how you do it
and i promise you i promise that
i'll run away with you...

       i was somehow always the big boy
preferring depeche mode...
  but then again,,, the vampires were out,
along with the Edwards...
           and... the game was played...
          
would have been easier asking queen Vic
to eat a ******* mango...
    had Bertie scolded his son's
stutter...
maybe then Wilhelm would not have
sent the Zeppelins...
               but then again...
what a boring London without
the Blitzkrieg revisionism!
                      a love being love,
yet a love, most painful -
           like lip-reading a mouth of a nurse
while she allowed me to spectate her
talking...
                  on the tube to her place
of work...
       lip-reading...
                    mouth open, penning,
death ears...
                          
i once heard an advice...
can't get a girlfriend in england?
travel to India...
i have a shortcut...
Manchester, Liverpool,
or Newcastle...

                        as far as i am concerned,
the English girls up there
are no chasing Saudi Sheikhs...
                  and aren't too keen on
Germans, either...
            might test my luck...
                           i'll wait for my parents
to die...
   then i'll head to t he north of England
and express my fondest
thank you, outside of
Goa or Gujarat;
i'll keep the curry recipe,
                     thank you, very, much.

i always belonged in the north...
southern English galls were
always supposedly gold digging...
      
                  my parents die...
i'll travel north...
   and have me a treat of a
northern granny to bore,
and become boorish with...
           not very unlike pears or
apples...
english women?
     sour grapes in the home counties surrounding
London and encompassing Bristol..
come the north?

            fireworks in winter!