why do i wear sunglasses in the night?
the night is not dark enough...
i implore the night to forgive me,
the ownership of a shadow...

now... that's the romance...
but how did the modern epidemic of
insomnia grip the world?
how?!

           neon? neon pulverization?
no?
               listening to the *******
radio kept the domino hovering
over what became the subsequent
cascade?
yes?!

                to shield my ******* eyes!
i grunt a voice
from the bowels...
but you will not hear it...
so i let my voice be eaten by
the bowel, and let the grunting
come,and overcome
what was once a voice...

to your god, and his son...
may your  hope reside with...
i am taking
the"chanced" spectacle of...
until a third
Pontius Pilate bid us part...

with yours serving out..
a hell on earth, for a heaven without
either hell or earth...
or mine....
   a heaven on earth...
          for a hell without
either heaven or earth...

but that's ot enough...
it would take a french bun...
some mayo,
    a tuna tinned...
and some sweetcorn tin...

i hate the sound of my voice
while i drink,
given me the reason / impetus
to write...
as i've notcied...
those who perform their
poetry?
        i like them...olivia gatwood...
to name one, and all,
but the few...
i can't read this *******...
if i read this *******,
i wouldn't be writing more
of this *******...
if i speak these words...
it's like a quote from
Gladiator from a fictional

Marcus Aurelius...

/ there was a dream that was Rome.
you could only whisper it.
anything more than a whisper
and it would vanish, it was so fragile. /

now you only replace
that word Rrrrrr.... with Eu....
nothing more...

i had not feigned to dream of Europe,
i came to the altar of Augustus,
and came across the Helen
that became Cleopatra...

   but...                 but...
        my people do not share the inherited
history of this tongue...
   the Germanic tribes weren't conquered,
perhaps... the Scythia...
but beside that association?

it's one thing asking for integration,
learning a language...
but when a learned language...
decides to have a mind of its own?
and doesn't obey your cultural
constraints? what then?
you will ******-like dictate your
pseudo-PM citizen-agenda
you **** staatssicherheitsdienstbrigade?!
so language not enough?
i need to encompass a post-colonial
identity politico?!
mate... you have a ***** lose or
what?! you jerking off a *******
elephant while getting a hand-job
from a ******* octopus?!
but i'm pretty sure you've employed
a cohort of N. Irish to mind
the whole integration, "game"...
you employed Paddy power to mind
new, European integrate ******
successors of "parasites"...
i know a paddy when i drink a paddy's
drink...
no... you're not getting past
this *******... i'm not Paddy...
but i'd side with a Pict...
i want Brussels to exercise the fullest
extent of their behavior in
the ******* Congo...
        
no... at this point...
do i ******* care what i look like?
but Paddy gotta do what
a Paddy would: technically not do...
pry open an oyster and pretend
to poodle...
but i guess Paddy does, what
a ****** should do...
oh wait... Newcastle...
that sort of "English" is off-limits..
if it was ever "on"-limits...

     but then again... why expect
more, or less...
the Saudi Arabians are bombing Yemen...

   the Mexicans are discriminating
against the Honduras people...

                 the Japanese hate every ching or
chang that do not participate in
ski-jumping events...

why should i even justify a rationality
of a continental / shared continental roulette
game of shared values being celebrated...
**** it...

                the Japanese don't really like
the other asians...
     the English are more at home
in having to import a post-colonialism
nationhood than feel at home with
their European brotherhood...
  but... oh... look!
you really thought America or Australia
would give a ****?!
you shtoopid or shumshing?!

yeah... and by the looks of it...
a dumb ****** as i...
would be most at home, in a place called
Mali... sub-saharan Africa...
who would have thought, eh?!